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I pop some Percocets
Then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back, strapped, cocked
Plotting on your man next
Jack a nigga for his work
And stretch it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex â oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan packs
Shoot up your Sedan 'Lac
Nigga, I demand stacks
I ainât playing, black
Bitch, I be spraying Macks
All type of guns with accessories
Iâm like Cosby for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
Pussy niggas canât stand next to me
Iâve got dope and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas
Niggas ainât OG, scary lil bitch, please
Tune ate pussy in the can: Frisky
I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass, but they canât say shit
Iâm just here to separate the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n Iâm sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money
Mane, itâs right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I donât wanna be up in that place
My mom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I canât stop fuckin with these hoes
But I say Iâm just doing me
Bitch, Iâm a 9th Ward nigga
That Flordia right by the D they need to free my nigga B
I ainât the type of person to be running from no beef
Those fucking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their feet
So watch your fucking mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like youâre hard cause
You know youâve been a ho
I told you out the gate Iâm not the fake
I gotta say it, please excuse
Almost forgot Iâm Raw Dizzy by the way
Money over bitches, bitch Iâm coming for the check
Vampire living, bitch Iâm coming for your neck
Raw! Iâm sharp, my swagger like an X
Iâm a mother fucking monster, I rap like Iâm possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a bitch, hold her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylinâ with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
Iâm a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo Woopinâ
They went crazy when they heard I had a song with Lil Tunechi
Bitch get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
Fuck your producer, Iâm the one that be producing my music
Iâm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
Drop ya like an otterbox
They Sleeping on me like Iâm rapping with a blanket
Kill a nigga have him thinking that he planking
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers out: âding dong!â
Didnât I change the game and put my mothafuckin' team on
Now let my chopper ring, âBaka!â is my ringtone
Fuck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters âPop!â, case open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed â Oreos
And I get loaded til I mother fucking overload
Been rappin', flows still tight like aerobicâs clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em' hoes
They back it up like Sonny drive in Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and
run them niggaâs like Stocktons
Got some niggas from my city
Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!
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- Sorry 4 the Wait