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Pea Coat
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Toosii
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Uh, tryna get rich i'll prolly rob the bank All my opps dead, turned em' into dank You crazy, you think I cared what the f**k you say, uh You say the wrong thing and we gon hit yo face Fly n***a they go where ever he go Stay the same i'll get a n***a repo Big screen i'll put em' on vevo 600 shots, ian talkin' bout memo I like my pu**y bald like kemo Honorary boat no sea note Tryna get to the green like ceelo My shooter boujee, he'll shoot in a pea coat X2 Rob the robbers, them n***as ain't killing Killed the killers, now they say we the villain I roll with n***as who ain't got no heart, what makes you think I got feelings He wanna reach for my chain, he tempted Got a b*t*h who is loyal, let's get it If you scared go to church, put that boy on a shirt, my shooters don't do reminiscing Gotta shoot a .13, he a rocket .40 bang, knocked his arm out a socket, uh He a pu**y, won't pop like he drop it Imma hit the block, where the opps go shopping Granddaddy wanna know where the rocks is Put em down in the dirt where the rocks is Balenciaga, don't know where the socks is Got a lil bit of fame, can't go where the block is But my b*t*h keep telling me go back They been hittin' my O jack Bodies drop and we know who got toe tagged News got my hoe mad, uh Cause she think we drilling sh*t She don't know they into it with another clique All that tweeting, woulda got yo brother hit Spin the block, we gon' get yo mother hit, on god Fly n***a they go where ever he go Stay the same i'll get a n***a repo Big screen i'll put em' on vevo 600 shots, ian talkin' bout memo I like my pu**y bald like kemo Honorary boat no sea note Tryna get to the green like ceelo My shooter boujee, he'll shoot in a pea coat X2 Dolce Gabanna, don't care we'll still slide Up the murder rates, f**k it, the bills high He don't give it up, f**k it, the real die Life a b*t*h and her heels high Gotta ride with a hot leg And you not an opp if you not dead I still remember what my pops said But f**k it my pops fled it n***a I got straps like rambo Monkey now talk, run out of ammo Fourth time, maybe we'll slide it in camo He think he famous, we flippin' the lambo Money gone just for thinkin' you tough I got a b*t*h from the bluff She a lil freak b*t*h, lil freak b*t*h, she'll eat the d**k up But she think ion peep sh*t, she try to sneak sh*t, then imma put the b*t*h up And my right hand don't pop pills, but if he pop pills, then it's one in his cup And I know he don't got chill, but he hot still, so it's one in the coffin She addicted to meds, f**kin' with rapping n***as, now she swear she exhausted Fly n***a they go where ever he go Stay the same i'll get a n***a repo Big screen i'll put em' on vevo 600 shots, ian talkin' bout memo I like my pu**y bald like kemo Honorary boat no sea note Tryna get to the green like ceelo My shooter boujee, he'll shoot in a pea coat X2
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