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Kick shit like my feet up stripe like Adidas Lil' WhoaWhoa still wit it he hit at them people We pop out at night like some muhfuckin' demons I G'd a hoe make her eat all the semen I left the hoe on the cement Now run that shit up on the cement I stack that shit up and go up on the weekend Bitch get out your feelings I ain't The Weeknd Chop the ceiling jus to slide on the weekend If I cop that muhfucker it come with no key Push start shit backin' up go beep Still breakin' down whole thangs with Young Three Won't let a fuck n**** outwork me And I ain't coppin' shit if it ain't dirt cheap Won't let a fuck n**** outwork me Ain't serve a nigga I ain't seen in the street Can't fuck a bitch I ain't seen in a week (Fuck her) Bird on me now 23s on my feet (Brrr) Bitch I want red I don't trust in that green Bitch I got money I don't want if it's free Take care of my mother and sisters and brothers my niggas I love 'em (I love 'em) I fuck with the Murders and Shine bros I can't fuck with no other These n***** be suckers I chew 'em up, eat 'em up, spit 'em out You got that shit in your pocket I get it out Fuck 'round with Baby walk into a headshot (Blat) I wanna know if he dead or not Put 'em on Fox 5 Glock get to hittin' at his eye I'm on them percs I Turn this bitch to a fish fry (Rrrrr) Pull up suicide (Suicide) Young n***** ridin' N**** got dealt cuz that n**** for self Long live Lil' Litty we fuckin' up the bity Still on that 'Yette posted with mad lil' lieutenants We lost them glocks running from that pissy pissy Baby won't play bitch I need all that chicken Kick shit like my feet up stripe like Adidas Lil' WhoaWhoa still wit it he hit at them people We pop out at night like some muhfuckin' demons I G'd a hoe make her eat all the semen I left the hoe on the cement Now run that shit up on the cement I stack that shit up and go up on the weekend Bitch get out your feelings I ain't The Weeknd Chop the ceiling jus to slide on the weekend If I cop that muhfucker it come with no key Push start shit backin' up go beep Still breakin' down whole thangs with Young Three Won't let a fuck n**** outwork me And I ain't coppin' shit if it ain't dirt cheap Won't let a fuck n**** outwork me Geeked on them roxys poppin' all these xans Label say I'm trippin' robbin' my fans Pull up with them sticks they hoppin' outta vans Try me like a pussy shoot you and ya mans Poppin' at ya noggin take no disrespect Put it in his chest since he like to catch Ima a big dog I don't gotta fetch Answer every call all of them collect Fuck it spin 'em Don't play with me n**** don't play with my mental Sneak his shooter hit stick like a analog Been having bags fat pockets Santa Claus Been in the trap we hand-to-hand Adderal Fuck with this plug met 'em down in Panama Come back with loads every n**** throwed Chain swangin' heard a n**** took yours Sick and tired of these rappin' pussy n***** Oh that boy a lick sweet finger lickin' Look on my face know I mean business Gun on my waist know I'm mean with it Dirty 30 hangin' outta my britches They in a Off-White brand Hemi Soon as you see that motherfucker flip it Shootin' my favorite sport no Olympic (Dipp) Kick shit like my feet up stripe like Adidas Lil' WhoaWhoa still wit it he hit at them people We pop out at night like some muhfuckin' demons I G'd a hoe make her eat all the semen I left the hoe on the cement Now run that shit up on the cement I stack that shit up and go up on the weekend Bitch get out your feelings I ain't The Weeknd Chop the ceiling jus to slide on the weekend If I cop that muhfucker it come with no key Push start shit backin' up go beep Still breakin' down whole thangs with Young Three Won't let a fuck n**** outwork me And I ain't coppin' shit if it ain't dirt cheap Won't let a fuck n**** outwork me (Plug)
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