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Sh*ttyBoyz You could be Lionel Messi, I wouldn't kick it with you Two slips for a meal? we eat off different menus I can't feel love? baby? I don't see a difference in you I'm just tryna get up in yo walls like I'm living with you Got more straps than a Nuketown Free-for-All Swipers life, told coach, "You could keep the ball" Played it smooth? cashier couldn't peep the fraud Eye on my Kenzo tee, I done seen it all Dr. Miami over here, don't get yo a** shot B***erfingers over there? you let the bag drop Piece too fire, nah, this ain't the last stop I'm the type to run that sh*t up until my calf pop Real superst**ious but I'm still finna come Wraith Crazy how this U of M b*t*h got the dumb face In my bag, hell nah, I can't pump brakes Bro a real shooter, hell nah, he don't pump fake Ha-ha, yeah, we on two different levels Flying past y'all, we pushing on two different pedals I'm on the road and you at work, that's two different schedules There's y'all boys and then it's us, it's two different levels Ha-ha, two different levels It's y'all boys and then it's us, it's two different levels Flying past y'all, we pushing on two different pedals I'm on the road and you at work, that's two different schedules I'm not looking for no love Looking for a b*t*h that's gon' set up my plug Not talking 'bout no juggs, talking 'bout 256s And my b*t*h wanna punch, you should invest in some inches Roll in my pocket, my sh*t used to be empty Send her to the store, "B*t*h, don't forget my [?]" You made what from selling crud? N***a, don't even tip me 'Cause these hams got me up but this sh*t getting risky Sauce day, I ain't selling nothing less than fifty Paid the sleeve for the pants, I'm so sick, they don't fit me No cap, I was still pulling hoes in the D**kies Now I'm straight, I remember you was playing like you was busy New b*t*h so bad, fell in love with the Visas Ran it up, boy, I feel bad for Ms. Lisa Yo a** fat as hell 'cause you only punch pizza You would get in that room and get to singing like Aretha Ha-ha, yeah, we on two different levels Flying past y'all, we pushing on two different pedals I'm on the road and you at work, that's two different schedules There's y'all boys and then it's us, it's two different levels Ha-ha, two different levels It's y'all boys and then it's us, it's two different levels Flying past y'all, we pushing on two different pedals I'm on the road and you at work, that's two different schedules I been all the way turnt, feel like Roscoe Dash Tryna play me like a ham? I'ma pop yo a** Tryna run off with that cheese? Boy, not so fast gang and grab the bag, boy, I gotta blast Good jacks, grab the sack like Ndamukong Hoes used to cook me, f**king with my confidence Now I do the Gucci so they giving compliments Good drip, got the splash off of fraudulence See this b*t*h peeking out the corner of her eye Little do she know that I'm scorching off the slides Feeling like the star so I'm aiming for the sky Running to the money like I'm running out of time Sh*ttyBoyz up to something, I can promise that I was paranoid and punched a fan like Ron Ortiz Do you know the pressure when you got yo mama on yo back? Matter fact, I know that you wouldn't 'cause you on yo a**
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