Accidental Shit Talking (Intro)

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(Ooh, Sav killed it)
 Yeah, what up, Sav?
 Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
 Hey
 I'm a big homie, you a spot worker
 Bitch, that's a thousand pills in you, better stop twerkin'
 Peezy called me and said rap and I just stopped workin'
 My old bitch left me scarred, but it did not hurt me
 Nope, that shit turned me to a beast
 Hit the spot, hustled for three weeks, and I did not sleep
 I got another gun on me, you must did not peep
 'Cause your dumb ass had audacity to try to rob me
 Made it out the trenches, baby, I'm an odd-beater
 You be drinkin' green lean, so your nine cheaper
 I'ma hit the booth every day 'til my job complete
 Don't wanna pay that fee? Well, go to them niggas down the street
 I was sellin' real weed back in high school
 Had the whole building smokin', that's a high school
 When you in my dopehouse, you got five rules
 Don't snitch, sniff, shoot, fall asleep, and you can't lie too
 Diesel called me with some red, I'm 'bout to fly to him
 If I stack them twenties up, they like 5'2"
 Don't give a fuck about that Draco, you can die shootin' it
 Broke my heart when I dropped that pint, killers cry too
 You heard what the fuck I said, I don't repeat myself
 I don't look up to nobody, wanna be myself
 If you asked me five years ago where I see myself
 Would've told you in a dopehouse puttin' G's on scales
 Yeah, now my life did a three-sixty
 Without a deal, I made three-fifty, you signed a three-sixty
 I ain't stingy, it's enough food for you to eat with me
 Hate when I help a nigga out and he compete with me
 Damn, that shit unacceptable
 Hit him with the fin, if he survive, he a vegetable
 Okay, I fuck you seventeen times, what that neck could do?
 You jumped back in the streets and then told, I can't respect you
 Kids damn near havin' seizures, they see me in person
 Nigga, fuck some Benihanas, you might see me at Church's
 Them niggas tried to jump me, now they leavin' in hearses
 Tryna cook a whole brick
 With that same pot you used to deep fry turkey
 Yeah, hey, you niggas ham sandwich
 Karate chop a whole brick, I'm a gram master
 I might pull up to the hood in a Grand National
 Dog knocked so many fiends out, it's a grand champion
 Nigga
 

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Duration
01:57
Key
11
Tempo
75 BPM

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