Fraction

Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?
 Ah nah, you ain't make that motherfucker
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 Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
 Nigga can't find no Act', so I'm sippin' on Wock' still
 Ayy, these niggas ain't gettin' no money, just scored on a whole seal
 I just spent this whole deal, on some codeine
 I'm with some niggas that's down to kill
 Bad bitch kept her mouth closed, so I flew her out again
 New Glock, that bitch two-tone, it'll hit your house and kids
 All this Oxy', I can't do wrong, niggas don't get high as this
 And I'm rich as fuck, you knew that, might be where Obama is
 Ayy, stick hit up his residence
 All black Tahoe like the president
 Bitch, just watch me do my murder dance
 I just ran right through a hunnid bands
 Bitch pass me a rubber band
 My lil' brother just copped a new TEC
 These hoes, they so toxic
 They want my babies and I ain't even made it yet
 In the back of the Maybach, countin' up racks
 My new ho Off-White
 Put that ho on Percs, we fuckin' all night
 My ho, she too bad, she love that toxic life
 And bitch, I love that fast shit
 My white ho, yeah, that ho, she into fashion
 We get money, nigga, better stop that flaggin'
 Need to stop it, K split 'em like a fraction
 Hunnids comin' in, so I keep on addin'
 Keep a hit stick, bitch, but this ain't Madden
 I don't know why they mad at me
 My nigga, he poppin' all these Percs just like an addict
 Might just go drop six racks on some codeine, gotta have it
 Niggas know I'm shootin' shit, bitch, just like my dad did
 Nigga, and it's still fuck 12 and fuck traffic
 Ain't stoppin' at no red lights, bitch, that's what them racks did