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Past 7 Days
WAY MORE was discovered most frequently at around 15 seconds into the song during the past week

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[Intro]
I was on the phone with big bro, he was like, he ain't seen nothing
I'm asking if he seen something, he think it's some trouble
He's like ****, pip squeaks small fries
I don't see nothing about them guys, I'm doing 25
[Verse 1]
My daddy say when you a big fish, you can't take the bait
Closed my eyes, bow my head, I wasn't scared, I was saying grace
I still see a chicken top a **** biscuit like a paper plate
For cheap like a rotisserie, yeah, he make them spin in place
I'm doing great in the two seat with a new freak, gettin' face
I'm up in rank, kept a clean face, don't mean I ain't make mistakes
But I ain't rat, I ain't turn my back or no ho shit like that
You in that room recalling facts, in school couldn't spell dog or cat
I'm a regular snake, them mice in men, and the right price, he will knock his friend
I know I wasn't nice in the end, just be cool with the new me
Hop out where your crew be, twerking that .223
Your hand reach for your legs, make you back that ass up, Juvie
I know how to bring a bitch up out a ****
It don't make no sense how you go against, toughest things about you, ****
How you so sick of the opps, you lie, say the guy shot you, ****
Instead of admitting you wrong, you'll keep it going, gon' start up your own militia
[Verse 2]
But I don't know what you heard about me, though
I plant my ten toes and take my charge, go get my free throw
Got six-figure shooters, they don’t miss a shot, not even a B-roll
Got thick red hoes, I fuck from the back after they deep throat
[Verse 3]
****, I'm a real made man
My young **** ain't even 18, crush your big dog for eight grand
Me and Lee fall out, get mad, we gon' get back, 'cause I love Miss Pam
If I had one of us, the opps in the took, we got back like 6'7
[Chorus]
We got way more skrilla than them, we got way more killers than them
We got way more **** been to the penitentiary, I ain't do no tellin' or nun
We kept it way more realer than them, we was way more ignorant than them
Bitch way more thicker than them, that paper stack way more bigger than them
[Verse 4]
Off IG scrollin' on bodies, if it's police shit, don't tag me
Or a bitch trippin', sayin' she had him, she got child trauma, she need her daddy
For advice, she'll take his lead, only plan I have for her plan B
See the fruit comin' out of my tree, why wouldn't she want Gee plant his seed?
FaceTime from the feds free E, ****, still ain't at our speed
Show them water, can't make a **** drink, real crooks sold books to some **** couldn't read
Tell 'em, sit back, lil' bro, think, **** look up to us like the sky
Beef with us like shooting at God, **** just talk, 'cause it's free online
[Chorus]
We got way more skrilla than them, we got way more killers than them
We got way more **** been to the penitentiary, I ain't do no tellin' or nun
We kept it way more realer than them, we was way more ignorant than them
Bitch way more thicker than them, that paper stack way more bigger than them
[Outro]
Why you worried about them? That's what he told me
The realest shit, you know
Been telling me real shit, ten years ahead of you ****, y'all still in 2016
We way in' 2036, y'all crazy, you feel me?
Just don't die that way, just stay out my way, you feel me?
You don't want no trouble, you just want bubble
Just find a different way, 'cause the shit ain't gon' get you on, it's gon' get you hurt
Written by: Christian McCulley, Evan Huang, George Stone III, John Carlos Ramirez, Kameron Johnson, Randy Razz II, William Perkins Jr.
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