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On god, on god!
Petty Wap!

Hol' up

On this note, N7's gonna go crazy



Big bank roll, and the cookie blunt stuffed

I'mma hit it from the back, felt a nigga in the gut

N7, Petty Wap, we ain't never gave a fuck

I'mma get it out the mud, niggas runnin' up a muck

When it's talk about drugs, I'mma hit 'em from the bus

Put a bomb on his head, watch a motherfucker bust

Give a fuck about a lil nigga tellin' me who to trust

Catch him lacking with the pack, watch 'em get a bitch up (On god!)

Did it, we did it

Keep touring the fifties

Put two on the shirt, I ain't work for no pity

Smoking on sticky, she sucking my dick

And she pull up her shirt so I bust on her titties

Niggas is iffy, y'all look like some piggies

Catch me 'round them niggas, I heard that they snitching

You got a problem, I call up my brothers

Don't call me your brother

Don't call me your brother, you niggas is broke

I move like the pope, it's Pwap, the goat

I'm a real ass nigga, ain't spent a penny on a ho

Need 10 for a show, remember sleeping on the floor

Now I fly to different states, and they give a nigga dome

Bad lightskin hoe, show her titties front row

Never wolfing on the gang, I remember G-code

Petty-Marshawn Lynch, nigga goin' beast mode (On god!)

Shoot up the bar, shots got 'em tipsy

Load up the car, hunnid round clippers

She got menage, but the bitch white, Iggy

Pulling phone calls, get right with you

Pulling phone calls, I'mma get right with you

Slide to a nigga yard if a nigga got an issue

I'mma wipe a nigga nose like the last piece of tissue

I'mma fuck a nigga daughter, I'mma slaughter nigga's princess(Ay)

These bags on the mat, I got cheese in my pockets, drive me to the packs

I ball like the Lakers, my pockets look fatter

You work at McDonalds, your pockets look sadder

These magic my diamonds, my jeweler a dancer

She love smoking backwards and she suck it backwards

I feel like Lil Yachty, you niggas is pussy

I see it, I feel it, I know it, I smell it, you know it

He feel like Lil Yachty, I feel like N7

Put on for my city, but niggas still jealous

I bounced a few bitches, don't answer a question

I blocked a lil bitch, then I delete the message

I am a real nigga, need viewer discretion

Never leave my gang, only brothers in my section

I told my little brother I'm a lethal weapon

Now I'm eating good, ain't no need for no stressing (Ay)

Every day pay-day, I got the sauce

Tatted up fat nigga, with the bread, Rick Ross

Bust down a thot, or bust down the watch

Niggas claiming that they hard, I [?] now he soft

Bust on her back after I fuck her raw

(On god, on god, on god, on god!)

He call me somet'in, I fuck his mom

Got a thick black bitch, call her Nicki Minaj

Lil biddy bih' don't know how to use manners

This suppressor sound like I opened a Fanta

Her mouth full of dick, so she look like a hamster

I'm minding my business, she using the camera (On god)

It's Pwap and N7, I'm feeling real selfish

These bitches be needing and asking, I'm helpless

The pack came in ugly, it just made me welt

Treat him like a cannon, he burning, he melting

I fucked on his girlfriend, he no happy camper

My baby got booty, it look like a Pamper

This 40 no drum, I only make slappers

I feel like Deontrae, don't feel like no rapper (On god, on god!)

Bitch, I don't feel like no rapper

You are not a shooter, boy, you are a capper

She told me be gentle, Pwap had to slap her

Yes, I run my city, Pwap is the master

(Talk to 'em Petty Wap!)



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