Real players like to smoke a (whole lotta weed) Drinking bottles of that liquor (all that we need) This 9mm (will make you bleed) I advise you niggas (don't fuck with me) Real players like to smoke a Stroke a offa in her throat Bend over let me poke her Don't take me for a joker Hollows will make you croaka My hands around your throat Grip grip tight and choke her Hate hate me for no reason Beat beat your like a ?? Pumpkin head what you getta It must be Killing season For some droppas and suckers Coward ass motherfuckers Popping off that cappa Could get you killed like others Maybe it's not your time Maybe it could be mine Then put me in a box and bury me with my nine Forty-Four and my side Haters up in ?? Wishing they put the bullets up in my body But that's if I'm a gonna When I smell the aroma Of brown cold liquor and polted marijuana Project Pat in this bitch Trying to man get richer The first hit off this dope is gonna get you Stay down about you gama Fama I never claimer For those who are a stranger Strange cause I do not know Chip chip on your should've I'm knock in out your teeth Hits hard just like a boulder I'm creeping in the Nova A nigga done got boulder His life is gonna be over Grey tape with clip banana I kidnap I can handle He came to me with Anna He should of mind his manners I hit him with the tecca Damn near tore off his necka He praying I'm gonna squash him He should've prayed to Mecca You haters like to tick me Squeeze triggers till I'm empty This weed turned me out I damn near let it ?? Smoking nothing but that fire (Damn that was my last line dog) Nigga you're a liar So you trying to screw me I told you not to do me I'm drinking on that brewsky This shit is going threw me Whole lotta whole lotta whole lotta.......... Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Out the pen One more get Is your dog stacking ens Making cheese fucking hoes Knocking ducks off they toes Up the nose Goes the white Pimping hoes take a flight Like a kite like a plane My nigga I'm the man Mister don't take no shit Mister well take your bitch Ten toes bout to bes Cowards cant handle these Scandal these ? north Bout to bust on my boys Check niggas for they grip Pistols swing busted lip Busted chops that's your ass Punk bitch wheres the cash Money green chedder cheese All bitches hit they knees Serve em up ready to rock Disturbute them on the track Always keep a mere glock Place it up to your back Fat sacks your smocking on Mack man with a tone P-A-T bout the lout Riding by then I shoot Who's to say cheefin hay Hustling to get pay Round the clock Round the way Getting minds every day