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(KP Beatz) This year, bought more guns than trainers, I can put that on my mumma Yeah, the feds took my nigga again But fingers crossed, he'll be back by the summer (summer) Outside, won't be in for supper I tell her, "Eat me," now she a sucker (sucker) My outfit cost me a fours of Yola, coulda put that in my trap Know feds want me in the can (uh-uh) I do what I want, not can (uh-uh, uh-uh) It's Friday night, I'm bored What ting should I hit on the 'Gram and bang? Can't come to the crib without givin' me (uh-uh) Cover my nose when I'm whippin' the (uh-uh, uh-uh) Demandin' flights abroad, but don't wanna hold this four (uh-uh) Couple man used to shit on me hard I'm humble, really, I should be stuck up Run into them and it's awkward Us and them, we got beef with each other Hit her friend and I'm skeetin' another I'm toxic, you don't want me as your lover T said, he's tryna hit T Well, I fuck on her too I got beef with her brother Niggas think that they're drillers Ask them how much names they got on their cutter My Rambo got special powers I hit opp block, and it's changin' it's colour Just soaked up somethin' in-store Midday and I'm tryna jook me another Judge try throw the book at my nigga I told him, "Don't judge a book by its cover" The whole of my hood know that I'm thorough If they're not with me, probably a fuck-up Fuck it, hit it and give it to bro Sharin' is carin', we care for each other AP strap matchin' the coupe, but I need me a Watson Bubba Don't ask why I'm wearin' a ski, snood I'm the baitest yute in my borough They're like, "Clav', do you live what you rap?" (Uh-uh) 5-0 in the North, it was me and the girl on a Beverly bike With a .40 piece in my hand (uh-uh) Everyone wanna come to my shows, where were they prior my come up? Sellin' drugs for somebody else, only time that I been a runner This year, bought more guns than trainers, I can put that on my mumma Yeah, the feds took my nigga again But fingers crossed he'll be back by the summer (summer) Outside, won't be in for supper I tell her, "Eat me," now she a sucker My outfit cost me a fours of Yola, coulda put that in my trap Know feds want me in the can (uh-uh) I do what I want, not can (uh-uh, uh-uh) It's Friday night, I'm bored What ting should I hit on the 'Gram and bang? Can't come to the crib without givin' me (uh-uh) Cover my nose when I'm whippin' the (uh-uh, uh-uh) Demandin' flights abroad, but don't wanna hold this four (uh-uh) Last year, I bought more pumps than trainers (trainers) 'Cause I do them gunman favours (favours) You can go ask the street He was fast to speak, now he's fast asleep (shh) Why she actin' hard to get? (Get) 'Cause she knows I'm hard to keep Nah, you don't need any spa when the car got massagin' seats To my niggas, rest in peace, spent a milly on wet VVs My strap's been known to burn man like they got STDs (haha) So, who wants the next disease? Got a shed and it's only for tools I was broke 'cause I broken the rules You ever robbed man and then sold him his jewels? (Uh-uh) You ain't livin' like that, I'm in a war like I live in Iraq He finished a pack and I gave him a rack We're fuckin' it up, then I gave him a slap (facts) Neck's cold like it's full of fever And boys ride when I pull a lever She don't trust me, I wouldn't either I hit any girl I want like a woman beater No blanket, four walls in a cold cell The hood was my lover (my lover) He's hatin', but look like my brothers So, I cannot judge any book by its cover (uh-uh) I'm gettin' money, you heard what I said Do I look like I stutter? (Stutter) Gangster with money, I look like the gutter She's meltin', I look like I'm butter (uh-uh) This year, bought more guns than trainers, I can put that on my mumma Yeah, the feds took my nigga again But fingers crossed he'll be back by the summer (summer) Outside, won't be in for supper (supper) I tell her, "Eat me," now she a sucker (sucker) My outfit cost me a fours of Yola, coulda put that in my trap Know feds want me in the can (uh-uh) I do what I want, not can (uh-uh, uh-uh) It's Friday night, I'm bored What ting should I hit on the 'Gram and bang? Can't come to the crib without givin' me (uh-uh) Cover my nose when I'm whippin' the (uh-uh, uh-uh) Demandin' flights abroad, but don't wanna hold this four (uh-uh) (KP Beatz)