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Ayy, ayy, uh huh Ayy, yeah, uh Bitch name Alyssa Still, I'm gone with no Swisher Shots of rum in the pitcher I take the time, get me richer Got the thot so intact Dark from ground to the cat Made a bill from the stack This shit got a pill for the back Hit that bitch from the back Say you run with the pack Miss my face with that shit You say that you bring the fuck back Say I'm always so cold Told the story to know In the facts that I say I live in the north of the gold, ayy, yeah I'm so ashamed Don't run, don't you run Thinking that you'd end this shit from excess to the gun Burning in the light, from the motherfucking sun My way's to the stage, don't you never fucking fund No status, no practice Stay low, never a shitshow Takin' stacks for the snow I take your bitch and she know Movin' fast through the glass, never take it Niggas talk, never walk And I come straight back to lacing Nab that shit, been dead Still you down your fucking head Seen with stats to the racks I go down with thots in the back Dumbass nigga with the Ruger Fuck around and pop ya No, I'm never gonna stop her Cut the power, you a marker Tell them my life always down from the crowd Never will I make yo' ass down for the town Layin' on the low, face down in the bay Sippin' gin, never take facts to the back Let's go down to my nigga's Tell me, bitch, don't sing it Tell me shit but that's counterfeit Think I'm dumb 'cause then shit I lit Momma said four figures Make it big, no dealers Walking 'round, no trace of hit Takin' cash from yo' dealer's shit Chip slow for the back show 'bout ten mil' in 'Lando Paint shit from thot shit, you call me Picasso Niggas say that I'm wack though Fuck a bitch in yo' Volvo White meat on my plate though White sheet to my pencil Already done, fuck you niggas, I'm already done Already done, I'm already done Fuck you niggas, I'm already done Never shit fun, run with the gun And fuck you niggas, I'm already done Already done, never shit fun Already done, done Crackhouse sniffin' in the back though Coke white shoe, shit make dough Niggas think big, she a plateau Come back in the same brand coat Try me, bitch, if you can though Find me slick in a small boat Touch my shit, get cutthroat Walk by swift with the same note Nigga, you's a lie Claim you still the guy I fuck you up so quick and take your motherfucking tie Saying you should die Locked up in the sky Restricted to the moves I want to make, I never try