Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You goofy, you bozo, you bitch made
I was fucking all them bitches in the 6th grade
I was cracking way before I had my shit straight
Four-four, big thing, bounce out with the Crip face
I don't wanna hang around nobody, I don't feel safe
I just want to make you feel how molly make you feel, baby
If you ain't going to keep shit solid, you could get killed, baby
I ain't worried about nobody, I got real rank
[Verse 2]
This one for my East Side bitch, make me want to call in
I'ma call you when I need something in my life to fall in
Girl, it ain't no pressure, we done been through everything
I don't waste time just stalling
Got to really be all in
If we gone be one hundred, I'm on the back street
If I call you, would you pull up and get at me?
Hold shit down and stay on 10 'cause they wanna wack me
My little partner just hit for 10, it make me happy
My lil' baby keep calling me because she can't stand me
And it's murder about my business and my family
You ain't heard about them sticks hanging out that Camry
Pull up at that shit and I'm going to man you
**** act like bitches we done ran through
[Verse 3]
You goofy, you bozo, you bitch made
I was fucking all them bitches, in the 6th grade
I was cracking way before I had my shit straight
Four-four big thing, bounce out with the Crip face
I don't wanna hang around nobody, I don't feel safe
I just want to make you feel how molly make you feel, baby
If you ain't going to keep shit solid, you get killed, baby
I ain't worried about nobody, I got real rank
[Verse 4]
Goofy, you bozo, you bitch made
I was fucking all them bitches, in the 6th grade
I was cracking way before I had my shit straight
Four-four big thing, bounce out with the Crip face
I don't wanna hang around nobody, I don't feel safe
I just want to make you feel how molly make you feel, baby
If you ain't going to keep shit solid, you get killed, baby
I ain't worried about nobody, I got real rank
[Verse 5]
Goofy, you bozo, you bitch made
I was cracking way before I had my shit straight
I don't wanna hang around nobody, I don't feel safe
If you ain't going to keep shit solid, you get killed, baby
I ain't worried about nobody, I got real rank
Written by: Brandon Rainey, Matthew Burdette
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