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Ayy

They hate to see me ballin'
Cut my hair and they all turned to Ray Charles, ayy
Thank God for sparin' my life
'Cause I ain't in jail and I ain't up in the graveyard
d**k dope, she hit the tester 'cause I'm tryna make this show
This b*t*h f**kin' up my schedule when I was dead broke
Nobody thought about accepting us
Hope all this paper don't get the best of us
Ghetto say he trappin' 'til the feds come arrest us

Gone off drugs, I don't know who is me
Mismatch designer, put that Moncler with the Louis V
Whip came tinted, my n***as spinned, ayy, with a MAC-10
Why NoCap with NBA? I'm thinkin' 'bout where I've been, ayy
We made it through shootouts like Ray Allen
Keep my n***as straight 'cause I hate faggots
Subtractin' my friends, on two Addys
Spit fire, now a n***a got the coupe draggin'
I'm geeked and I'm loaded
I hope you don't notice this
Would the hood be focused
If NoCap didn't exist? (5)

My brother pushin' a bankroll
I'm the same as my money, I can't fold
No Instagram beefin', I can't troll
I'm loyal to my hood, I can't roll
Money wasn't never no issue, no
Beat her back, mouth, won't kiss her, no
Fill up that bag, got richer, woah
Too many choppers, no issues, no
Ride down the block, let it hang out (Skrrt)
Really got smoke, bring the gang out
Rap n***as scared to bring the chains out
.223, we gon' bang out
Walkin' down the block, got all my ice on
Real big slime, I'm a big snake, python
Hit him with a strap in the hand like Tyson
Pop him with a tool, go to sleep, n***a, night's on
n***as in the interrogation room gon' write somethin'
Put him on the stand, courtroom, gon' recite somethin'
Ain't even gotta question, know the feds come indict somethin'
f**k with two b*t*hes, and one like to dyke somethin'
f**k with two b*t*hes, but one like to f**k more
I f**k with two b*t*hes, but one like to suck more
f**k with some killers that sit in the cut
f**k with some trappers that rerock and cut blow
I meet with my family, I do it for much more
I do it for Mazi and then it's a few more
I hop out the truck and just jump in the two-door
Do all the drugs just to take me to Pluto
Sippin' on the lean, where is there a kickstand?
Money get low, I'ma turn to a hitman
Just for a lil' cheaper, gotta turn to the brickman
Came from the streets, used to really be the nick-man

They hate to see me ballin'
Cut my hair and they all turned to Ray Charles, ayy
Thank God for sparin' my life
'Cause I ain't in jail and I ain't up in the graveyard
d**k dope, she hit the tester 'cause I'm tryna make this show
This b*t*h f**kin' up my schedule when I was dead broke
Nobody thought about accepting us
Hope all this paper don't get the best of us
Ghetto say he trappin' 'til the feds come arrest us

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