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Baby, keep your hand on your pistol and head on a swivel These haters hate you because you make this shit look good and you stand on principles I'm proud of you, daddy Now go make some more haters Ay, niggas never step on me, but they hate on me If it get too heavy, I'mma lay on'em I roll spliffs, take trips, and get feddy She ordered swine, so I blocked her, I'm petty Just bought two pair of coke whites I was drawing up plays on slow nights All the goofies hate my guts, that's life If it's on, when you see me take flight Pardon me for upholding the code I seen niggas that I love, turn into foes I seen business ruin friendships lower yo tone Are we out here chasing clout or we scoring to own Man I swear I got the humblest soul Man, I swear I'm trigger happy when I'm knowing it's on If you think that's cap, nigga, test that theory I just walked in and it just got eerie What we on, I be on business, shit how the day go Legitimate endeavors Used to run through the yayo Doing 55 down, Paseo, I'm in a hurry Efficient when I pull up and shoot it like Steph Curry It's bigger than rap, you can believe it or not Might put the bitch on game if I believe in the thot We be boarding them flights, we be scheming a lot Smack a nigga with this four, you gon' get even or not Ay, niggas never step on me, but they hate on me If it get too heavy, I'mma lay on'em I roll spliffs, take trips, and get feddy She ordered swine, so I blocked her, I'm petty Just bought two pair of coke whites I was drawing up plays on slow nights All the goofies hate my guts, that's life If it's on, when you see me take flight May my kills be righteous, don't need no vices I'm only traveling, I don't need no license This dunya ain't nothing but play and amusement These niggas talk a lot, but they never do shit They cappin' on the gram, ca-cappin' on the gram Haven't packed a Smith and Wesson since the last one jammed Trappin' in the slam, we was trappin' the slam Bitch, I'm really mob, I ain't gotta show my hand Going through the playbook, it's fourth and goal Gotta trust your instincts when it's forks and roads Them haters gon' talk, that's how them busters roll He started pissing on his self when I upped my pole Cause he know that I ain't got a problem squeezing Take the head off a so-called demon Take the head off a so-called demon
Writer(s): Kush Lamma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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