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Past 7 Days
Word 2 was discovered most frequently at around 20 seconds into the song during the past week

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, all I wanted was the riches
But you **** pissin' me off
Like, watch how you talk to boss
Watch how I'm countin' up
I know it's hate 'cause they seein' my dollars up
I see them talk what they say they gon' do but I don't see the follow up
My **** really go purge
Push that button, I'm givin' the word
Let these bullets go fly like a bird
I'm still on that shit, ****, fuck what you heard
Look, look
This time I promise I'm leavin' no trace
He disrespects, and I'm sealin' his fate
Fuck with them, duck with them, you catch a stray
Ain't no remorse
We don't negotiate either
Leave you when it's hot like a fever
How you cuffin' that bitch she a eater?
The dawgs, they be hittin' my line, it's up
Catch 'em, we clip 'em, his time is up
He think he fast, he doin' the dash, well, fuck it, let's catch 'em, he fall, you run
[Chorus]
Word to my mother, I'm onto you ****
I won't forget I ain't sparin'
Word to my mother, I'm onto you ****
Run into me, don't you panic
I'm smokin' opps that I can't say
Some **** tried
The same **** fried
I'm smokin' opps that I can't say
Let **** try still keep it fire
[Verse 2]
**** like, "Sheff, don't be postin' your bread on the 'Gram"
**** plottin' on catchin' a lick
I keep a Glock on me for people watchin' me
Think 'bout robbin' me, you gettin' hit
Run up, get done up
I still got the one up, the moment you slip, I'll be catchin' your fall
I know they mad that I'm still in the game
I ain't catchin' no fouls so they watchin' me ball
I'm gettin' money and they bitches love me
I hope you hate me forever
Don't care if it's sunny out it could get ugly out
Playin', I'm changin' the weather
I scream out, "Look", so you hear what I speak
My gun expensive and your talk is cheap
My bitch a baddie and your bitch is weak
My **** flexin' and your **** leach
We're not the same in this game
And I promise you I am not here to be playin' fair
You **** pray to me, I do you dirty
I'm really go hit 'em and leave 'em dead
No fireworks how I light up the block
We celebratin', I'm goin' to chop
They don't get back, take it all on a hop
**** like, "Sheff, you be movin' to hot"
Written by: Benji the Producer, Michael Williams, Mikey B
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