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I dont really talk much You could get chalked up All my hitters do walk ups Baddie talk up Bottles bought cups I copped a set up hit frost up Now im on the road dsb we on go Now im on the road dsb we on go Im number 1 you the runner ups Im tryna fuck the whole summer up Yeah i was down but im coming up Watch how a young nigga run it up She like how i press thats just finesse I sign at the x i sign at the x Track 1 track 2 dad cap track suit Slide it dip it Im tryna run up a ticket Im on my way to riches Punch it clip it im tryna run up them digits I make they call they pick up Slide wit a pole no strip club Beef on the net thats mix up Right on my waist keep the grip tucked Im ducking them cameras She saying we scammers I got the juice aint no tropicana You could get this you could get that Baby dont put me on snap I got a six and shit my slap Ya pieces aint hitting relax We hitting da targets I run thru department We living lawless my faces flawless Track 1 track 2 Dad cap track suit