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(DTB, that's a slap) I swear to God this sh*t be easy to me, like ridin' a bike I forgot to text her back, I was high as a kite Askin' if I want the pu**y, yeah, b*t*h, I just might I just stumbled in the kitchen, dropped a four in my Sprite, ayy Me and Yosh ride down Rodeo, pockets heavy, you guessed it When it come to talkin' sh*t, b*t*h, you know I'm a specialist (Ayy) When it come to totin' guns, b*t*h, you know I'm a weapon-ist pu**y rapper, stay away, I don't need your acceptance (Ayy) Fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats Left an AR and a Draco posted in the West Fresh up off thе jet, eight thousand in my sweats Lеft an AR and a Draco posted in the West Policin' on that pu**y ain't gon' stop her from choosin' I been so caught up in winnin', how the f**k can I lose it? Load after load, I'm gettin' it straight I be really in the field, f**k playin' it safe b*t*h, I'm everything that's in my music Went gold up in the trap for servin' users I heard you had a bag and blew it I could never be you n***as livin' clueless Fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats Left an AR and a Draco posted in the West pu**y rapper, stay away, I don't need your acceptance (What up, Jim?) When it come to talkin' sh*t, b*t*h, you know I'm a specialist Fresh off the tour bus, the opps can't handle us (Nah, they can't handle us) I ain't f**kin' with you b*t*hes 'cause you scandalous (b*t*h, you scandalous) I been sippin' on the Wock', I miss the Actavis (I miss the Act') Ratchet on me, baby, I be on that ratchet sh*t I could pull out some guap, and you can't match this sh*t (You can't match that) I'll still run up in your crib and flip the mattress, b*t*h Racks on me, f**k rap, I'm still passin', b*t*h (I'm still passin') Two sticks on my waist, ain't no lackin', b*t*h (No lackin') I ain't never changed, b*t*h, I don't think I will (Think I will) I ain't gotta pay my shooters, they just like to kill (Like to drill) Your b*t*h chose up on you, how that make you feel? (How you feel?) You n***as still out here broke, this sh*t can't be real Every time I leave the crib, I got the Drakey with me (Got that b*t*h with me) I don't play about sh*t, don't be playin' with me (Hmm) Every time I leave the crib, I got the Drakey with me (Ayy) I don't play about sh*t, don't be playin' with me Fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats Left an AR and a Draco posted in the West pu**y rapper, stay away, I don't need your acceptance When it come to talkin' sh*t, b*t*h, you know I'm a specialist
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