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Ayy, Mal, what it do? What's happenin', Chi-Chi? I don't talk about what I'm doin', I just get it done Yeah, I talk about what I got, I'm just bein' me Bruh said take the top off the drop, gotta let it see Me, I'm bein' humble, I can really be a beast, yeah Hottest youngin' to come out the streets, boy, don't play with me You know I got Lil Tay with me and the rest of 'em I went toe-to-toe with the best of 'em Never went out bad, learned a lesson Made it this far, it's a blessing And my watch compliment my necklace Hey, how you doin'? On to the next one Flying in the foreign, I done missed the exit I ain't even trippin', I'm just tryna live Learned as a kid you get what you give Gave 'em real talk, now I'm gettin' M's Bruh said take the top off the drop, gotta let it see Me, I'm bein' humble, I can really be a beast Backend comin' back in, can't change me Now they sayin' bodies droppin' and they wanna blame me I just iced out my Cartiers, see 'em changin' Tell him to shoot up your block on the strength He go at his top like Bigen Hop in the 'Vette, do the dash I got your bitch in the back I got a stick in the bag Still runnin' from the narcs Quarterbackin' wheelies, I can hit my target, nigga This ain't no regular Jeep, it's a Trackhawk I pull up the tires off the asphalt Hit the block, fishtail like a Nascar That's why when it's smoke in the air, we declare war I don't talk about what I'm doin', I just get it done Yeah, I talk about what I got, I'm just bein' me Bruh said take the top off the drop, gotta let it see Me, I'm bein' humble, I can really be a beast Mr. Wake Up, go get me some money I kicked the door in and got me some more I'm gettin' this bread, I'm lovin' it though Gettin' off that pack, I'm beatin' down the door Heard you talkin' 'bout this and you talkin' 'bout that If I'm on the boy mind, then I'm at the boy neck Knock the boy down, make sure that you stretch him I know a real killer, you are now on his level Had to boss up, Baby showed me another level But I stayed in the trap 'til I got it together Fell in love with the trap, got it fast from the bricks I ain't shoot no shot, I don't shoot for bricks Until I'm rich as fuck, I'ma keep hittin' licks In my Glock I love, I don't trust no bitch Yeah, real street nigga, I don't fuck with no snitch Low-key in traffic, every whip got tint Rings on my hand, like Floyd, they hittin' So fuck your Hellcat, I'ma get me a Benz I'm tied in with 24, I'm standin' on ten I fuck with him him 'cause he let the kid in I counted my bag and they let me in I used to be her friend 'til I fucked her real friend Shit, I ain't even know, I was tryna get it in I don't talk about what I'm doin', I just get it done Yeah, I talk about what I got, I'm just bein' me Bruh said take the top off the drop, gotta let it see Me, I'm bein' humble, I can really be a beast
Writer(s): Chidi Steve Osondu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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