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Eli I still get butterflies, yeah I still get butterflies You can tell I ain't been the same since my brother died I know a nigga that'll blow you down for a four of wock I know I nigga that say he real but he for sure is not Diamonds on my wrist I got diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my bitch I got diamonds on my hand and I got a stick Please don't jump in my DM if it's about a bitch What the fuck is that? That's your bitch tryna suck me, she just sent a text Tell 'em boys if they gon' come they better come correct Man y'all niggas play with choppas and I got the F What the fuck is that? Got so many chains on I can't hold my neck It's always money on them books since I know he'll step And why thеse niggas say my name if they ain't talking facts? If you ain't gon' keep it rеal why say my name at all? Don't put my name next to no clown 'cause I am not involved Could take an L and bounce back, yeah I can shake it off If she ain't tryna give no head then tell her take a walk Yeah, I guess I'm too legit I like running bands up and bro like shooting shit You do whatever for these hoes, that shit ain't making sense These niggas worried about a like, I'm tryna take a risk Yeah, I cannot complain My bitch be mad, I'm outside, I been out for some days Bitch, I'm focused on this bag, I'm tryna make it shake Let my cousin out them gangs, I pray that he make a way Yeah, she know I'm too exclusive BItch come over right now, I'm tryna make a movie Do that funny shit again and I swear you gon' lose me Damn I'm 'posed to be a rapper, I'm in a car with shooters Racks can't fit inside my pocket so it's in a bag Crazy that I'm having shit I never thought to have Bitch I got it out the mud, why these niggas mad? They gon' think Corona over, bro forgot his mask Getting money that's my habit I can really turn a bad bitch into a savage I can really work the AMG inside the traffic I can really see the real bitch inside a rapper Too much instigating They be all up on my page they be Insta hating I heard they came and took your Foreign, you wasn't making payments Same niggas laughing now, they gon' be crying later Yeah, I guess I'm too legit I like running bands up and bro like shooting shit You do whatever for these hoes, that shit ain't making since These niggas worried 'bout a like, I'm tryna take a risk Yeah, I cannot complain My bitch be mad I'm outside, I been out for some days Bitch I'm focused on this bag, I'm tryna make it shake Let my cousin out them gangs, I pray he make a way
Writer(s): Kaleb Rollins, Marc Soto, Robert Grimaldi, Queen Naija Bulls, Jefferson Jean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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