FEUD E

Harmacist, motherfuckers. Yeah, baby, yeah, this is how it before we Get on back in here, we finna do these Ass ass niggas, hoes. Let me talk a little Something about myself. I wanna say, let me take It first so y'all hoes know something about me. I rather be standin' my ground, player, faces found. On my hustle though daily, as I dwell in My town. Now we chillin' with friends, Family niggas on pound. Uh, they coulda been blood cause they keep them Shells around. It ain't no stoppin' our mobbin', Spicy nigga be rockin'. On the top of you busters, this toolie layin' Them commas. My pockets get too hype, We gon' start it alright. And you can see in my eyes, player, black Gang all night. Hoes runnin' too wild, Label me psycho style. Bustas get caught and styled, when we get buckin' The ground. I thought I told you before, it Ain't no stoppin' our flow. But you too plump for the floor, then gon' Get bucked in that ho. You too plump for the floor, we Mad go wildin' on hoes. We too plump for The floor, we mad go wildin' on hoes. We too plump for the floor, we mad go Wildin' on hoes. I know these niggas be hatin', But ain't no stoppin' our flow.