Dnt Make Enemies

As far as I can see Can’t two many Niggaz Really fuck wit Me I’m so G….I keep it P Yo Bitch wanna SUCK and FUCK ON ME I stay fresh from head to feet Big ole GUN on side of Me MONEY Gud …All 4 pockets full… Like LIL BABY Grew up in that crack Era…Born in the 80’s Lil Trouble Maker….Some Parents didn’t want they kids Play Me… Knew I be a G…I think around the age 13 Head 1st…I jumped off the Porch… Like a Trampoline.. Real Pedigree…That shit there was Born in Me Door Mat Who…ain’t never let’em…STEP ON ME Better this twice Bout yo life Fa you ever try da Play Me Playing me is not an Option You need a Plan B I run wit sum Real Hitters ,And I swear they all G And we all a killers…They’ll kill yo ass about me… Chop u up In pieces…Kut yo Fingers and Toes Off Choke you til yo eyes Pop Out Then Chop yo EARS and Nose Off Chop both of yo Arms off…. Then Chop both of yo Legs Off Kut yo Tongue from out yo Mouth Then chop yo Fuckin Head Off Then we All gne Celebrate Everybody Smoke one to da Face Everybody got they own Bottle Turning it up…drinkin it Str8 Stay Strapped like Seat Belts U can Bet…We gne do Dat Gotta A 100 Niggas..cumin wit me wen I Step You gne need you some Help I put belt to Ass…u gne Crash… Tryin to Clash Me My advice…. Just keep it P.. Wit me dnt Make Enemies You Don’t Wanna Make Enemies Me Choppers and Yhopers…Get the Poppin when u fuckin wit me Ain’t no sleeping when we beefin You’ll be dead in less than a Week THIS SHIT WANT STOP TIL ONE OF US RESTIN In Peace Let’s go 2. War