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Don't be hiding when I actually run up bitch You know you will get done up In a beamer run you over Steady looking past my shoulder When I pop this trunk You need to back the fuck up I need some money first Or you can see whats in this this bag And nigga no I never lack yo bitch was looking like a snack That's why she's never coming back And yes I wear all black Please don't tell me to pay you back if you was stealing out my sack They talking shit don't counteract That shit gon' click and its gon' clack All my niggas they attack If you try it they react he stole my shit then brought it back I wanna fuck that ass is fat Let it ring don't call me back They just mad im flipping stacks I spent that shit Then made it back Ay And yes im very rich Yo mans was snitching to the feds so we went and up'd that choppa Yes it knocked off his cablancka better send him to the doctor I don't never get my hands dirty all my niggas do it for me That nigga bold he talking dirty I got demons they ride with me If you wanna test your luck then we got that shit in the trunk These bitches acting like they tuff they keep on playing with these guns you hold it But wont shoot it and bitch I shoot for fun You throwing up this set but you nigga not even claimed You know he only wit you cause you giving him some brain I keep rolling up this dank my momma hate it cause it stank I swear these niggas too too late Don't call me out my fucking name They say they want me dead but they still standing If you really want me dead put that shit to my head I swear I fell from heaven, and went straight to hell They think I worship satan, but I aint never prevail My brother stay up in jail and we aint never had shit So he handed me the stick and now im rapping bout this shit These niggas love to fucking guess Did you do this did you do that? I just do my fucking walk And let this money talk
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