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(Fuck It, Turn It Up Cash) (Square Made it Happen) Its Lolife Motherfuckin' Blacc Lets get it Four hour drive, from Nashville to Atlanta My boy just cleaned me out on shit you put inside your Fanta Fill a box, tape it up, then ship it, then I track em' UPS just dropped the box, no patience, go and grab em' Bitch just got a CDL, make her drop the load Asking what my occupation is, when I don't rap, I work the stove Going platinum in the trap, last year I went gold I don't have a deal, bitch, I break it down and sell it whole I work the vacuum seal, pull up and purchase, work a deal Mr. 448, but with the drink, they call me Dr. seal This bitch want me to listen to how she feel, but I'm not Dr. Phil My uncle serve it, ETA on GPS, go close the deal They like when I rap, but keep it honest, this that scale talk First class flight box, overnight, then come back, get them bales off They keep asking, "Are you signed? You got a deal?" I told them hell nah I'm signed to the scale, step out the booth Got something to sell yall Four hour drive, from Nashville to Atlanta My boy just cleaned me out on shit you put inside your Fanta Fill a box, tape it up, then ship it, then I track em' UPS just dropped the box, no patience, go and grab em' Bitch just got a CDL, make her drop the load Asking what my occupation is, when I don't rap, I work the stove Going platinum in the trap, last year I went gold I don't have a deal, bitch, I break it down and sell it whole Its Mr. 448, I'm inspo' with the pop and stove Came a long way, from sleeping on that couch, I'm glad I rose I started with a zip, took trips, and came back with a load These niggas wearing fake jewelry on the Gram Please don't get exposed The world they live in, all fantasies, never never land Lil boy never wanna grow up, I call his ass Peter Pan I cut the fire, grab the fork, and shake the pots and pans These niggas rapping, get respect from a middle man Four hour drive, from Nashville to Atlanta My boy just cleaned me out on shit you put inside your Fanta Fill a box, tape it up, then ship it, then I track em' UPS just dropped the box, no patience, go and grab em' Bitch just got a CDL, make her drop the load Asking what my occupation is, when I don't rap, I work the stove Going platinum in the trap, last year I went gold I don't have a deal, bitch, I break it down and sell it whole
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