History in the Making

Lyrics
We get them, daddy, everything we spit is taffy I'm too bad for you to send them little niggas at me I'm in the back of a bigger Caddy, getting nasty Bitches licking me off like she trigger happy Grip a Matty So when I say I pop white, the black cats know I ain't trying to get rid of acne Check it, I pop mines reckless Let a nigga fake try and pop my necklace You see kids hanging out the drop top Lexus Press it, make blocks drop like Tetris You ain't never been as nice as me, I'd said the way you'd like to be White as key, peddling that ivory You're not at all vandal, check how your dogs scramble I can make an umbrella pop out the door panel Son, you all candle, that's that all-white Phantom With them damn refrigerator door handles It's like everything I'm hearing bores me Plus I can't help if everything I wear's flossy Flossy, I put some cheddar in the ear [?] 'Bout a G, please, your life is worth a pair of [?] You got's to [?], Paul Wall simple shit But I had to go get my grill from the dealership This how's killers get styling So I understand why you're wilding You're too broke to get a grip Listen, prick, I'm cashing them M's Your damn boss, they seem the type to scratch that I spend I just happen to win, plus I'm so past you You might as well wait for me to pass you a gift I would end you spitters, can't compare who's sicker 'Cause I'm in the zone where I don't hear you niggas Try to holler at me
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