No Mercy

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I'm a candy mercy. Your chick, she so thirsty. I'm the nicest in the game-

My nigga Johnny got another one

I'm a candy mercy. Your chick, she so thirsty.

I'm the nicest in the game- -Ooh, that's so sweet, though.

-I got on Louis, baby girl, these ain't regular. Ain't talking money, why the fuck you on my cellular?

I'm a pole popper, when I yank, it better nudge.

Twelve hundred on this pole, fuck you thinking, a scud? Hit they block like a fidget, but guess they ain't had enough.

I'm a different breed, baby, my fee gon' cost you a buck.

Big dog, and all these niggas that you fucking with is pups.

Cuddy talking like a dog, but really his tail tucked. He all bark, that nigga you standing with ain't bit nothing.

Get up with me if niggas feeling like I get disrespectful. Lethal with this weapon,

I'm into smoking the stuffing.

Hey, thug, what we do to them last niggas, you -'member? How long ago was that? -Shit, not too long ago, December.

Bread runner, if she got payments, she know I sent her.

You could ask any bitch that I had, I empty purses. Polo down, I just spent five hundred just on the shirt.

Look, it's seven years back, I told brother this shit'll work.

Cuddy ain't believe in me, but I gave that nigga my word.

Airbagging trucks, Johnny on the wheel, I'm Need for Speed.

If we counting them, I'm talking 'bout twenty-eight high speeds. Y'all pull over for the Rollers, you niggas ain't like me.

Damn the dash, I hit a hundred and burnt up my chrome sweater.

Riding 'round with it, can't be slipping, it's the wrong weather.

MBK, bitch, we killing everybody, it don't matter. Uzi gang, every Glock you see, it got eleven.

I'm a codeine fiend, I'm pissing syrup out my bladder.

Ninth yield, that's a street you ain't trying to come to. Shake the bitch, I'm feeling like she getting way too comfortable.

Drop another chain and I bet you I come crazy. Name another young nigga like me going crazy.

Walked in Louis with a hundred, damn near left the eighties.

Supreme hoodie, baggy jeans, I'm dressing like the eighties, nigga.

And if we counting them, I'm talking 'bout twenty-eight high speeds.