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Ride on the back of that bih like some Run up them racks 'til they cut off my legs Yeah Ride on the back of that bih like some peds (Yeah) Run up them racks 'til they cut off my legs (Yeah) Told her, "Don't stop", when she giving me head You owe me some money, I just want you dead (I just want him gone) Got n***as in county and some of the Feds Live by the motto, you better get bread (You better get bread) Jump on that d**k, better ride like you Meg I know this ain't checkers, you gotta play chess (Gotta play chess) She know I get money, I don't gotta flex (Nah) I gave her a ten to work on her breast I know I'm the G.O.A.T, I won't settle for less My n***a on go, ain't stoppin' for red (Call) Ain't 'bout money, just send me a text If it ain't 'bout that, I'ma leave it on read She gave me the pu**y, I wanted the head No, I'm not a rookie, I pull up in Vets And tell 'em to catch up to me I just be chillin', these n***as be ready to beef (Be ready to beef) But I'm ready to eat I got a Glock with a d**k and it's ready to skeet (Bah-bah-bah, baow) I just get money, repeat I just get money I got blue hunnids on me I can't do nothing for free The game on lock, 350 the one with the key (Yeah) Got no love for these n***as and b*t*hes (Yeah) 'Cause I know how these people be switchin' (Yeah) N***as hate on the way that I'm livin', whenever they see me, it don't be no tension (Yeah) I'ma ball, use to sit on the benches (Yeah) F**k 'em all, I just ran up my digits (Aye) Cut 'em off 'cause I don't got no feelings (Nah) I just be f**kin', no cuffin' these b*t*hes I'ma ride on the back of that bih like some peds (Yeah) Run up them racks 'til they cut off my legs Told her, "Don't stop", when she keep me head You owe me some money, I just want you dead (I just want him dead) Got n***as in county and some of the Feds Live by the motto, you better get bread Jump on that d**k, better ride like you Meg I know this ain't checkers, you gotta play chess If I don't do nothing, I get it (Yeah) But I don't gotta talk it, I live it (Nah) And no, I'm not a killer, don't tempt me (Aye) 'Cause I promise this sh*t can get wicked Stick to the code, I'ma keep it 350 (Yeah) 'Til the day that the Lord come get me Since a youngin I knew how to flip it Ever since then I been addin' my digits And these n***as hate that I'm eating I'm walkin' outside, I'm changing the weather, you know that it's 350 season (Season) It took me a minute to get me some cheddar and now I get racks on a feature She gave me some neck and I told her, 'Do better", and right after that I delete her (I'm gone) I'ma cut the b*t*h off, I don't need her (Yeah) But I'ma ride on the back of that bih like some peds (Yeah) Run up them racks 'til they cut off my legs (Yeah) Told her, "Don't stop", when she giving me head You owe me some money, I just want you dead (I just want him gone) Got n***as in county and some of the Feds Live by the motto, you better get bread (You better get bread) Jump on that d**k, better ride like you Meg I know this ain't checkers, you gotta play chess (Gotta play chess) Yeah, yeah Bah-bah-bah, baow
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