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Aye Ay yeah yeah Look aye When i walk in the room All the fraud niggas move All these bitches on my dick All these hating niggas yeah they look confused Pull up in fast cars bitch like vroom They like how these bitches know its you? Im smoking on gas you smoking on boof Boy you know the bitches smell the fumes One puff that bitch dead in a tomb You like AE im like APC See the difference? And im winning the race I aint even see another nigga in the distance Look Im in the hood like a engine Piston I need the money like Tipton Look I need the cash this instance Ill blast you get in the way of the mission Bah bah bah bah Tryna tell my young niggas put the guns down They don't listen They dont got swag like us Nobody fly like this still move with a pistol Try to take my chain hollow tips hit his head Hit his mental Thought it was sweet Red beam hit his forehead Lil nigga like Hindu's Yeah look Thats just what it cost to be fly Niggas hating ion really know why Prolly cause im rocking all number nine Probably cause im rocking all of these jewels Or maybe im fucking his bitch boy i got the juice If we beefing i aint calling no truce I got niggas im still waiting to poof Yeah Yeah uh Yeah Uh no one on the Uh Yeah no one on the Yeah uh look I need that bread I was trapping all night i Ain't have no time to rest Ain't slime no nigga who Ain't deserve it I could put that on my dead And yeah I'm taking credit Cause don't no nigga wanna owe me bread Boy id die bout my respect I ain't dying for no check Know that money come and go I handle business on the reg And i know these bitches come and go So i dont even want the sex Told this one bitch that And she said she just wanna give me neck I was like okay Cant go broke like no way Member' them days i was bussin them OA's And im making paper like 4 ways Honestly i might go back to my old ways Put the gloves on like OJ Niggas snitching niggas singing like coldplay I was just Uh I was just bussin them plays in the trap where its lonely I was just uh I was just bussin them plays In the trap on my dolly On my dolly bitch im feeling like Tony Powered up bitch im feeling like Broly From bussin them plays all up in the towns Now im bussin them slaps all OT And i dont make like This year imma just keep that shit lowkey When i walk in the room All the fraud niggas move All these bitches on my dick All these hating niggas yeah they look confused Pull up in fast cars bitch like vroom They like how these bitches know its you? Im smoking on gas you smoking on boof Boy you know the bitches smell the fumes One puff that bitch dead in a tomb Cant go broke like no way Member' them days i was bussin them OA's And im making paper like 4 ways Honestly i might go back to my old ways Put the gloves on like OJ Niggas snitching niggas singing like coldplay I was just Uh I was just bussin them plays in the trap where its lonely
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