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He talking hot, we light him up like cigars
Sorry, I don't do the kissing, it don't get my d**k hard
F**k her and escape, I don't go on no dates
If she said she love you then that money a big part
Rich n***a still on jack boy sh*t
He flex on my face then we pulling his b*t*h car
I'm the type to buy some sh*t and never wear it
You the type put it on, I don't think that sh*t hard

Even if was down bad on my last, I still get all of my n***as, yeah
Run up and you gon' get put on your a**
I'm safe, I make call to my n***as, yeah
I flex to n***as who ate when I was starve
I'm just tryna ball with all my n***as
They turn to leeches when you get somе fans on your bleachers
That's why I ain't calling n***as

Hate whеn I do it but I had to show 'em that side
They ain't think that was really me
On my lap, it ain't nothing to sit when I ride
Since I'm winning they thinking 'bout killing me
Take the racks off the bando and stuff off the safe
I ain't thinking about bread from the industry
And my label keep tryna get me some security
It ain't no fear me, they want be like me, these n***as mirror me
Hottest youngin out here doing it lyrical
Underrated, I don't think that they hearing me
Run the engine up, whip this b*t*h [?]
He bigger than me, I'ma shoot, can't embarra** me
VVS, I need clear up the clarity
Youngest preacher, think these rap n***as scared of me
As a youngin feel like they ain't have care for me
Now that I did it, shout out, that sh*t carry me
Even if was down bad on my last, I still get all of my n***as, yeah
Run up and you gon' get put on your a**
I'm safe, I make call to my n***as, yeah
I flex to n***as who ate when I was starve
I'm just tryna ball with all my n***as
They turn to leeches when you get some fans on your bleachers
That's why I ain't calling n***as

Tryna pull off on a jet but right now I'm pushing the 'Vett
You know it's the newest
I don't like green, none of my money is Benjamin's faces
You know them the blues
Momma said, "Don't burn no bridges"
But these n***as fake as a b*t*h, momma, I gotta do it
Heard your partner, he be feeling loose
I put a d**k inside my Glock and sh*t to go scoop
Mommas crying, rest in peace in his comments
We know that the job done
Young n***a really willing off the chain
It's two of us strapped up with like five guns
Cut off them two-faced n***as in the [?]
Like Stunna said, we don't diamonds, we buy guns
Inventory like [?] to go buy some
Heater on me if I gotta go fry some
Even if was down bad on my last, I still get all of my n***as, yeah
Run up and you gon' get put on your a**
I'm safe, I make call to my n***as, yeah
I flex to n***as who ate when I was starve
I'm just tryna ball with all my n***as
They turn to leeches when you get some fans on your bleachers
That's why I ain't calling n***as

He talking hot, we light him up like cigars
Sorry, I don't do the kissing, it don't get my d**k hard
F**k her and escape, I don't go on no dates
If she said she love you then that money a big part

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