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(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?) (R14) Look, yo Next drop we get, we gotta drop it, fuck this tit-for-tattin' She's unemployed but got a talent, suckin' dick in traffic The trigger sensitive, might go off even if you tap it It turns her on when I'm behind, I grab her hair and drag it Got more than couple bitches stressin' me My users never listen when I tell them, "Don't be textin' me" Beatin' 'round the bush, I know you just wanna have sex with me When I was broke, I had no hope, and now she's got interest in me Need someone's mumzzy tearin' up I spend way too much Rondos on Dior and I don't wear enough You been trappin' for ten years and you still ain't on no squarin' up My shooters in the party piss me off, I watch him air it up Right or wrong, he doesn't care, so fair enough Your music call the T-house, I got clientele My youngin might just take your watch He don't know how to buy and sell DIY, I DIM the worker, hit the line myself, I don't know Who's really got me? I guess time will tell, I don't know One time I thought 'bout dickin' down a paigon hoe Next time I'm in Dubai, Not gon' lie, I'm doin' 8 and O Told my jeweller "Keep the white I'll add some more and take the rose" I flick her in the club and change my mind, and then not take her home She ask me, "Why?" I don't know Police askin' questions 'bout some firearms, but, I don't know AP or the Skelly, 'cause I like them both, I don't know How comes you never rid back when I bopped? You don't say, "I don't know" She said, "What do you want from me?" but, I don't know If you're talkin' opp block, you can't say that I don't go This song ain't for the radio, you think you know my ratio Them diamonds in your watch are trash Don't bring that bust down next to mine If my hitter goes to jail, you already know who's next in line If I never hit, she wouldn't press out when I press, "Decline" I've only got a couple guys from the number next to five (NXM) He's due to slip, he'll probably be the next to die Have his mummy wishin' she went back in time And gave her son a better life On God, got love for all my niggas, but I watch my homies You say you're real, I've heard that hella times, you gotta show me And when I put my knife in him, felt like I won a trophy I'm from the 6, I bought my gun before I copped a Rollie Industry but I'm still in the streets And when the beef be cookin', fuck his block I'm at his front door like it's trick-or-treat Stop tryna argue, give me jaw, that's what a nigga needs We can't even go higher without S makin' a nigga bleed One time I thought 'bout dickin' down a paigon hoe Next time I'm in Dubai, Not gon' lie, I'm doin' 8 and O Told my jeweller "Keep the white I'll add some more and take the rose" I flick her in the club and change my mind, and then not take her home She ask me, "Why?" I don't know Police askin' questions 'bout some firearms, but, I don't know AP or the Skelly, 'cause I like them both, I don't know How comes you never rid back when I bopped? You don't say, "I don't know" She said, "What do you want from me?" but, I don't know (JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?) (R14)