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Ayy, ****, yeah, know where we really at, ****

Yeah, yeah, you know where we at, ****

Yeah, yeah, you know what I claim, ****, you know what I bang, ****, SOB the gang, ****, bitch

Yeah, you know where we at, ****, gang, yeah, you know what I bang, ****

Yeah, yeah, you know what I claim, ****, you know what I bang, ****, SOB the gang

I tried to give a bitch my heart, she fucked around and changed on me

Oh, that's the opps? Turnt around and banged on 'em

You, bitch, keep askin' hella questions, tryna build a case on me

Just bought a striker for the low and it don't got no plates on it

Bitches act like they the table, you ain't got no plates on it

I been spint them ****' blocks, them boys ain't never on they turf

Brodie bro a real donkey, grab them K's and go berserk

Hell yeah, bitch, I rap, choppers sing like Lil Durk

I got to shooting at an angle, **** thought that I was Kirk

Bitch, we get to it every day, bitch, we ain't waitin' on the first

Bitch probably think that I'm out cheatin', I'm in the studio spittin' a verse

Sweet-ass **** remind me of my favorite candy, **** nerds

I ain't tryna pop no Percocets today, where the syrup?

****, when you run it up, you supposed to put your mans on

I had a long-ass day, I need some tits to rest on

Heard your favorite rapper tape, I had to skip to next song

Next song, next song, next song, and next song

I'm talkin' to that Siri bitch like bitch, I'm tryna head home

Yeah— I told that **** catch those

She gettin' dogged up 'bout a bitch, where you find her, Petco?

Stupid bitch got some nerve, tried to suck me strep throat

The foreheads on the four, boy, you ain't tryna get high

Bitch, I don't really fuck with rappers, **** give me bitch vibes

Macy tryna pop up on me, I had to tell that bitch bye

OG thought he had a six poured, ****, that's a six five

Runnin' laps up in her head, I got lil' baby wish wide

Would stop blowin' up her phone, she gettin' fucked in flip-flops

I chose the hottest **** out, boy, how the fuck your ship fly?

Bitch, head was so organic, I had to tell her, "Good job"

Yeah, bitch, I chase checks, not bitches

Couldn't sign that lil' deal, **** know I'm worth tickets

Bitch done paid me for my time, I tell baby, "Good business"

I don't want the **** 'round me, you a certified witness

Asked about you in your hood, you wasn't certified in it

Good 'za up in my blunts, ain't no Turtle Pie, ****

Yeah, I rap with all them Glocks because I really rob with 'em

On the gang, ****, yeah

Like, nah, I ride with all them— because we really slide with 'em, on the—

Yeah

Don't give a fuck about them **** if them boys ain't my ****

On the gang, ****, yeah, on the gang, ****, yeah

Yeah, you know where we at, ****

Yeah, yeah, you know what I claim, ****, you know what I bang, ****, SOB the gang, ****, bitch