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[Intro] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) We got good grease, nigga (It's a Wayne beat, Iced Up Records) What up, Wayne? KrispyLife, nigga Iced Up Rec— alright (It's with a K, dumbass) [Verse 1] Had to get my shit together, had to recuperate My whole sack been lookin' good, I've been losin' weight Ain't hit not one gym but I've been movin' weight My nigga bad, you should see what he'd do to drank My other nigga fiend, you should see what he'd do for drank Sittin' in a cell, all I couldn't do was think I'm still puttin' racks from under the bed, I ain't see the bank If I dumped on you when I missed, all you do is pray Damn, you must be close as fuck with your angеls Mix the big B's with Palm Angels, get it from diffеrent angles I'm fucked up in the head, I wanna fight the mayor Beefin' with a few, put my baby mama straight in danger Think I'm 'bout to fight? I ain't Kurt Angle FN got attachments on it, I just bought a laser She got hate for the other side, they had to call a waiver I hit your bitch on Fridays like do me a favor I might drop more gators, go old-school with it Pull up with a 38 and go old-school with it Nah, nah, nah, fuck that, I'ma go old-school bishop Pullin' up with that big shot like the old-school Pistons Please don't say nothin' to me crazy, I can't control my niggas It's only ten of us, bro, we got like nine poles with us You say somethin' with me, I promise I'm not gon' hit it I just slumped a white bitch from Muskega, her name Bridgett I got a Taco Bell chalupa in my fuckin' pocket Shoot this bitch with the left, but I ain't played for the Rockets If you come late, I'ma have to dock you Treat dog like a homeboy, I'ma have to spot you I'm on some bullshit, I put Salinac— I'm on some bullshit, put Salinac in a Henny bottle Off this type of shit, you can hit any model I'll hit this bitch for like twenty dollars I'm off a Perc 10, I hit this bitch for like twenty hours Me and E in two damn stole like twenty dollars Been fuckin' since I was eight and ain't use not a condom Just thought about it, Lil' D owe me twenty dollars Fucked up, I'll backdoor my homeboy mama What Beecher nigga you know made plays on Proctor? Been a plug, nah, fuck that, I've been the socket Wayne trippin', he done made grease again I know some niggas that used to sell the three-for-tens I know it was hard drop when I was creepin' in Got to spinnin' in this bitch and put him on a ceiling fan Fuck, he really in the air now I'll call Southside, bitch, he'll air you out Shoot you in your fashion, right in your fanny pouch I punched my bitch in her knee, she can't stand me now Was on Melrose, and almost had to pop a nigga Got band from the belt store, had a chopper with us All these Percs around, you thought we had a doctor with us Got shot and made fifty plays first day out the 'spital I ain't no regular nigga, I drink Fiji or some Voss I know it ain't the best water, but look at the cost I got this bitch doin' BET after dark Extort your bitch, now she EBT me after dark