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Past 7 Days
YOU KNOW IT was discovered most frequently in the first few seconds of the song during the past week

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[Verse 1]
I ain't put my feet up yet
Sittin' back, five of raw Quagen mixed with a three of Tris
They granny make anonymous tips
What part of the beef is that?
They must want granny wear the snitch jacket
Wonder if she knew she'd have a bitch like you, she'd still have you
Could've got your man, instead you got your friend and played savage
Could've stacked your bread, instead you blew it fast and begged after
Like fuck what I did back then, **** want it now
Remind me how my girl get when I don't spend, she a bitch
The difference is, is in you ****, I'm not puttin' no dick
The difference is, is y'all wasn't ridin' with blicks with me and Spit
My wrist up
[Verse 2]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick
Soon as bitch seen a **** wrist, she ate the whole dick
When she be with you, act like an angel
But with me, she on some ho shit
Send her on her way to get this play and sell these four zips
Trap pastor, word I'm preachin' to 'em make they soul lift
D. Mitch, movin' through the city with this four-nick'
Gave **** my all, they slip and fall, the only time they call
Cheered for ****
I ain't never cried when I ain't have the ball
Crazy mix
Rather have my ready than to have your raw
I'll be on my way, stop what I'm doin' soon I get the call
I ain't worried 'bout no ****, especially if that ****'s y'all
I ain't worryin' 'bout no ****, long as he ain't the law
[Verse 3]
Every time I got the call, I pull on side and dumped it off
Every time they sub me in the game, I came straight in and balled
I don't know a lot of things, I know you **** is the law
Ask about me in the feds, short ****, but I stood real tall
I ain't gon' speak up on your flaws
'Cause you really was my dog
Long live Fat, we get 'em gone
I got fifty, send 'em home
Give me fifty, I'll send 'em home
**** dissin', deletin' songs
Mad 'cause I don't hang with rats
Mad 'cause ain't no comin' back
****, get up out the pack
Trade deadline, you gettin' whacked
I don't talk about the score
'Cause y'all don't do no gettin' back
I don't talk about your bro 'cause I'm the one that did that
I don't talk about your bro 'cause you ain't never get back
[Verse 4]
Back up in that one mode, big bro got me out here rappin'
Usually I'm over east baggin' up halves or gettin' active
Jumpin' out them cars, throwin' that flame, and causin' havoc
Now his mama cryin', you know this type of shit just happen
I'm livin' what I'm rappin', most these new rappers be bappin'
On internet, he's savage, he just killin' in his captions
On internet, he bappin' till we hit him up in traffic
On internet, he happy, in the trenches, shit end tragic
You know it
Written by: Deron Perkins, Dominic Taylor, Evan Huang, George Stone III, Kameron Johnson, Meshon Morris, Randy Razz II
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