Everything I say I stand up to (What?)
Nigga count ill like he fucking Jewish!
I can't read substitute the rights
Get the fuck out my face,
Or Else We fight! (What?)
I hate that we the next superstar boys
If you don't know why tell em', Quan!
Paparazzi trying to take pictures tell the folks, get the fuck out my face!
(Get the fuck out my face! )
I don't fuck with 12
Cause I've heard they've been listening to a nigga conversation!
(Motherfuck police!)
I fuck a nigga bitch now he trippin
Better tell 'em, get the fuck out my face!
I got it tucked in my jeans
And I got my nigga Thug with me
And he can tell you to get the fuck out my face!
Boy get the fuck out my face!
(Get the fuck out my face!)
Please get the fuck out my face!
(Get the fuck out my face!)
Please get the fuck out my face!
(Get the fuck out my face!)
Someone get him out my face!
Please get the fuck out my motherfucking face
You get the fuck out my motherfucking face
You get the fuck out my motherfucking face
You get the fuck out my face!
Get the fuck out my face unless you owe me some money!
Get the fuck out my face, fuck a nigga where the hell you was at when a nigga had nothing,
I'm talking when the nigga he was hustling
(I was hustling)
I'm talking about the pork & beans & weenies I was eatin every night before the grubbin. (Before the steak)
I'm talking about the lil money I was gettin before 18 way before the clubbin
Now I got my sack right nigga
Still in the trap house kitchen
Let some of my money come up missing
Fuck around, slap the shit at all these niggas!
Trap house bunkin got all these pistols
My nigga Thug rich broke doing all that whipping
And I got a 4 4, I gotta call no killer (No, nigga!)
More money, more problems,
I can solve that issue (let go!)
If it's all my hip I'mma put a motherfucker back just like sling shot
You aint hold your homie down like you're suppose to
Cause he ain't never been heard of a green dot
He ain't got all that shit he say
He ain't bout
whoever tryna be this way
please boy, I see folk tryna take a picture so
Im like hold up, wait, freeze boy
Hook:
... Paparazzi trying to take pictures tell them folks, get the fuck out my face!
(Get the fuck out my face! )
I don't fuck with 12
Cause I heard they be listening to a nigga conversation!
(Motherfuck police!)
I fucked a nigga bitch, and i aint trippin
Better tell 'em, get the fuck out my face!
I got it tucked in my jeans
And I got my nigga Thug with me
And he can tell you to get the fuck out my face!
You get the fuck out my face!
(Get the fuck out my face!)
You get the fuck out my face!
(Get the fuck out my face!)
You get the fuck out my motherfucking face
You get the fuck out my motherfucking face
You get the fuck out my motherfucking face
You get the fuck out my face!
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I was having too much fun. At one point it got hot as fuck in here. I had to put my hair up in a messy bun. Maurice ass was high, drunk, and cutting up. Sam and Ash drunk asses was on these people tables wildin'. The rest were in their own world. I was just happy that there was no drama, fights, or gun shots. That was a miracle. Praise the Lord!
"You having a good time?" Maurice whispered in my ear. I nodded. I needed a break.
I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was four in the morning. I had to get security to help me get they drunk and high assses out the club.
Jayceon got mad at sercurity 'cause he was carrying a half dead Sam over his shoulders. The other sercurity had to carry his ass to the car and throw him in. I put the child locks on, lol.
I was recording this shit. Wait 'til in the morning. When everyone was in I sped off home. They was still hyped as shit. But eventually passed out in the car.
Now listen I tried numerous times to wake them all up. They wouldn't budge soooo ... I kinda left them all in the car. I didn't know whether to cut off the car or roll down the windows. So I did both, shit I'm tired.
I went inside, showered, and dived into bed. I didn't even bother to cover up 'cause soon as I went PLOP I was out.
Chapter 22
Comincia dall'inizio
