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Timmlee Darby
Timmlee Darby
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Miguel Lyons
Miguel Lyons
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I could tell you ain't used to this But I'm used to that (Uh) Been a minute since I used the gat Pull that black matte Wraith where I used to trap If I really want you dead I could use a stack Cartiers on my wrist now I'm used to that Put some diamonds on my bitch cause she came a long way (Hey baby) Niggas selling zips they ain't gaining no weight (Uh) My niggas ain't gon play 75 For the Runtz 65 For the creamcake Me and my shorty making runs that's a relay Heard a nigga hungry well guess what he ate Heard he broke well guess what he ain't Thousand e pills that's nothing to me I remember a thousand dollars was something to me Almost made a half of turkey off them perc 30s I remember curving parties it was all worth it I could tell you ain't used to this But I'm used to that (Uh) Been a minute since I used the gat Pull that black matte Wraith where I used to trap (Come on) If I really want you dead I could use a stack Cartiers on my wrist now I'm used to that Put some diamonds on my bitch cause she came a long way Niggas selling zips they ain't gaining no weight My niggas ain't gon play Oh she said your name Cash right Where the cash at I said baby I'm verified on Cashapp Now she wanna fuck me she used to call me mad black It say Apply Pressure on her dad hat I been known to get that cash since the 5th grade I was selling all that grass front of Ms. Gray (Sorry) But I learn from my past and my mistakes (Man) Imma tell you all about it on my mixtape Better watch how you step Gotta watch how you move Hittas full of attitude I know some niggas that's mad at a nigga is winning But nobody madder than you Gotta move milly I know my opps be holding Fuck it I'm carrying too I took some L's I saw my friend in a casket I had to carry it too I was down bad I was never defeated Skinny ass frame but don't worry I'm eating And I got ya bitch in the palm of my hands She know I'm good wit her secrets This shit wit gang I will never repeat I had to learn from the streets Starve wit my niggas and now it's a feast They let the dogs off the leash 75 For the Runtz 65 for the creamcake
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