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They ain't even see this comin' They be like where you been, everywhere nigga I been after some money You know hoe money show money I got this here all off a bunny Run up them racks okay, okay If we do ten that's a bad day Know I gotta trap with the AK If a nigga want smoke Don't choke, leave a nigga in the ashtray Walked in with them racks like Serena and Venus When it come to trap, shit I'ma genius Glock 26 with a penis I'm a wizard like Gilbert Arenas With yo' bitch gettin' really well treated Had to tell her, like hell she ain't need it She tried to spit out my semen I'ma need a freak bitch come clean it Fuck with three sisters at the same damn time Shoulda seen it Like where the cash bitch? I need it Hell of a bitch, I mean it We got rolls, stash the dope in her cleavage Made five bands off a bitch, didn't get to see her In the county made her send it to my people Fucked up, swear to God served my people Was fucked up, I know I didn't give a damn I couldn't even leave it to Beaver So I gotta lay with my heater The drank pour up with the leader One deep, to me two-seater Finna pick up yo' bitch, she a eater Ay, ay new red bottoms Nigga I'ma real block bleeder Straight off the pot like ether Had to let the hoe know off the top I don't need her Tonight goin' up on the features Fuck a rap nigga, I don't need him Hell no I don't know these people So I'm clutchin' on the strap like it's legal Big demon I don't really like people This a Glock, this is not desert eagle Lookin' for the opps so I'm slidin' in the regal Have my young nigga come pop for a feature Glock on my waist, not no beeper Servin' that butter, that pita Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers Now he fresh, it like hell, like it's Easter I went up on the price on the feature Hit his block, chopper sing like Alisha And lil' bro still in the four posted up by the store Tryna serve him a bow with his nina All these diamonds too cold for a freezer Nigga play in this bitch, then it's over Walk in church you can smell my aroma Baby nine should've came with a stroller I came from the mud, niggas act like I ain't Mama told me, "Don't crash" but I'm still tryna play Why the fuck you ain't slide, niggas know why I stay Makin' money off Ps that we got from the Bay Seventeen I got caught on the lick with Lil' Teevo But we didn't tell 'em nothin' so we made it out safe Five six but I still get off any day, put that Glock on his ass If he get in my face Ay, ay, I be turnin' shit up, why they startin' me? Press a button, start it up, fuck a car key Baby Drake had to ride in a car seat Still sellin' leads to that green like parsley Lotta racks nigga, we livin' narley Niggas scared on the low, where your heart be? Brand new Benz 2020, ah park me V8 chase a nigga down like Starsky Had to let that hoe know I don't need her for shit I been itchin' for money Iike a feen for a fix I ain't worried 'bout a nigga, I ain't stressin' a bitch He actin' too hard, tryin' not to act friendly But I can see right through that nigga like Nikki I came up the harder way just like Penny (I can see right through you, nigga) I'm too smooth with this shit I can't let a hoe trick me Gotta make the first move before they can get me Turn my bitch to a grinder like her name was Britney When I crank up the Hemi' smoke come out the muffler Momma knew Jello was always a hustler I can get you the product just give me your custom (What you want?) This shit steady boomin', it jump like a rabbit I sleep with a fifty round under my mattress My life is a movie, it's so cinematic (it's so cinematic) Like Lil' Toosie, a puzzle can't figure me out I be fuckin' these hoes then I'm kickin' 'em out If she talkin' too much put some dick in her mouth You scared, go to church, better talk to Jehovahs It's 24/8 marijuana my odour Still watchin' for rats, I'm still watchin' for Kobies I'm not tryna kick it, no I'm not a leg I can't entertain what a fuck nigga said At the end of the day I'ma get to the bread Ay, ay new red bottoms Nigga I'ma real block bleeder Straight off the pot like ether Had to let the hoe know off the top I don't need her Tonight goin' up on the features Fuck a rap nigga, I don't need him Hell no I don't know these people So I'm clutchin' on the strap like it's legal Big demon I don't really like people This a Glock, this is not desert eagle Lookin' for the opps so I'm slidin' in the regal Have my young nigga come pop for a feature Glock on my waist, not no beeper Servin' that butter, that pita Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers Now he fresh, it like hell, like it's Easter Ay, ay, stand over the body Now I got his blood on my sneakers Forty go boom like a speaker Murder gang bitch, I'm the reaper I like to hit 'em up broad day But my youngin a creeper Take flight late night with the heater Gettin' hot like a fever He say he can't wait he be eatin' Bay shot gang, I'm the leader Gleezy a freak, she eat up and pop at your people King of Texas nigga, play, I'm asleep I ain't king of the murder but we never see 'em King of my city I ain't showin' no pity I ain't doin' no dissin', I'm an all-out pimp Grabbed an AK or my AR pimp What up, it's my friend Lil' A on the pill Come get your B she all in my DMs She say she want dick I'ma pay her to set 'em up Get my youngin and sparkle to wet 'em up Tried the beat before we knife Tried the beat before we messed up Start niggas spoke we got years, we got hit with that Fuck the opps, drop the addy, I'm pushin' up Murder gang, free smoke, try your luck Ay, ay new red bottoms Nigga I'ma real block bleeder Straight off the pot like ether Had to let the hoe know off the top I don't need her Tonight goin' up on the features Fuck a rap nigga, I don't need him Hell no I don't know these people So I'm clutchin' on the strap like it's legal Big demon I don't really like people This a Glock, this is not desert eagle Lookin' for the opps so I'm slidin' in the regal Have my young nigga come pop for a feature Glock on my waist, not no beeper Servin' that butter, that pita Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers Now he fresh, it like hell, like it's Easter Ay, ay
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