Fumbled Codiene

Tell em what the f*ck Tell em what the f*ck Tell em what the f*ck Big dog, I'm a Heisman Big dog, I'm a giant And I'm comin' with the fire And I'm comin' with the tec Uzi and a motherfuckin' Glock nine Yeah, man, in motherfucker let me flex all of my bands Yeah, I'm fire, man Give him guidance Yeah, come and humble him Yeah, niggas talkin' shit Now he fumblin Yeah, now he stumblin Yeah, now he runnin' again Yeah, and I flex the fire Got him shufflin Yeah, I got hella racks Yeah, hella dividends Yeah, hella back ends front ends And some other simple shit Yeah, hella motherfuckin' gas And a whole lotta activist Yeah, and I'm bout to f*ck your bitch I'ma do it for the hell of it Kindness is like blindness And I'm bout to go and shine again And this bitch always flodging, yeah All my niggas be some pirates All my niggas be some giants, nigga And her tummy got her crying, nigga Plannin' organized crime, nigga Hit me at another time We ain't never switched up Never came to a nigga talkin' bout alliance We ain't never did that Cause we know it's a chance you'll get fried And I swear I'm bout to go and hit the kitchen And whip the shit like science Runnin' round in a van We ain't never, never land Yeah, nigga, look at my hands Nigga, look at my bitch Nigga, look at my racks Boy, I'm countin' it fast Man, we don't do cappin Bout to flip and do damage Tell that man, bring that pack in What the f*ck these niggas don't know right now I'm down on my dick, f*ck that bitch And I'm bout to go and heal my shit again Got a bitch and did the shit again Crack a joke, I had to get a riddle in Bout to hit the nigga, block and spin again Bout to call up for these drugs up in advance Man that boy a middle man And we gotta rob him right in Van Took the shit to the chop shop Get the drugs and we gon' hit the shit again Turn that nigga block to spaghetti And I swear I got the ? Yeah, boy, I got the parmesan That's the cheese in my pants Yeah Damn, nigga, look at my wrist Nigga, look at my bitch Down on my dick Give him guidance Yeah, come and humble him Yeah, niggas talkin' shit Now he fumblin Yeah, now he stumblin Yeah, now he runnin' again Yeah, and I flex the fire Got him shufflin Yeah, I got hella racks Yeah, hella dividends Yeah, hella back ends front ends And some other simple shit