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(Fhew, huh, go) Know that they talking about me (Huh)

I get to the bag, I'm making a band, but you still not making deposits (Go)

Like, come get yo' ho, I know she my fan but she cannot walk in my closet

Like, all of my pants legit, takin' yo' zip and I'm flippin' that bitch, I

Money come in by 50s n' 10s, bitch, Ima get that advance

I know some people don't want me to win, so Ima still play in defense

I'm wit' my brodie, we countin' shit up, I'm taking whatever gon' land

I got like too much bags on me, but Ima still flip 'em again (Yeah)

That boy is a peon, walk in the club, like, "What we on?"

Talking my shit, I don't see ya, not on the timing that we on

That boy is a peon, walk in the club, like, "What we on?"

Talking my shit, I don't see ya, not on the timing that we on

(Yuh) I got two shoes and they mismatch

In my DM, blow yo' bitch back

In a penthouse, bitch, I stay blessed

And I smoke dope, I don't do stress

Blockin' that bitch that want a lil' wedding ring

She wan' call my phone, Ima let it ring

I do not claim none of this energy

I'm at the top with my dudes and they next to me, yuh

Breaking the Xannies, I want it in two

I'm on the top floor and I love the view

Texting yo' bitch and she tell me I'm cute

Mixin' the henny wit' motherfuckin' juice

I want the jacket, just tell me the cost

Ducking the police, I don't fuck wit' opps

Call up my bro and he's sending them shots

Remember the days I would sleep on a cot

Now I got up and I got me some guap

Deep in the trap, I was just tryna plot

Strap on my side, yeah, I'm keeping a Glock

He tryna talk and his ass getting– (Ass getting)

(He tryna) He tryna talk and his ass getting popped

Only serve zips, I ain't serving rocks

He tryna be like me, but brodie should know he cannot be someone he not

Get to the bag, bitch, you know I run it

Too drugged up, bitch, I'm on that tonic

Saying they hate me, well too bad, 'cause I'm still on top I'm about it

Money come in by 50s n' 10s, bitch, Ima get that advance

I know some people don't want me to win, so Ima still play in defense

I'm wit' my brodie, we countin' shit up, I'm taking whatever gon' land

I got like too much bags on me, but Ima still flip 'em again (Yeah)

That boy is a peon, walk in the club, like, "What we on?"

Talking my shit, I don't see ya, not on the timing that we on

That boy is a peon, walk in the club, like, "What we on?"

Talking my shit, I don't see ya, not on the timing that we on