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[Rittz] Bitch, I been partyin' all my life Since a kid I been involved with drugs Homie startin' fights, in the end it would get resolved with guns Your best friend fucked your girl Hard to trust anyone, you heartless Kill the bystander that was innocent When you went shootin' up his apartment Shit, my life always been a bitch Fuck that ho and the whole cancel culture Bitch said she got grow, she brought dope And started dancin' on us Motherfuckers can't go on the Gram and start a rant And not expect the consequence to Cross my path and not get hands put on 'em I could care less how you have sex Or your stance on politics Said I should use Twitter and TikTok more But I feel childish Havin' sex with an alcoholic bitch We don't remember fuckin' Unholy hypocrites always criticizin' me for nothin' [Rittz] I'm like Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? Fuckin' up my mood And I'm like Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? I shoot, my crew gon' follow suit [Rittz] (?) that hippie shit unless you talkin' herbal strains Catchin' cases can't be erased By meditatin', burning sage or readin' Tarot cards Hoes wearin' yoga pants, I know her man was noticin' me Lookin' at the mold of her cameltoe imprint These hoes shed they clothes and pose then go and test you But you are total stranger, came to the city Then she met you Said it was strictly sexual, now she's catchin' feelins But how many do there still in Your inbox with they dick out, bitch I doubt that I was special Yeah, I called you bitch Biatch, why you so naive I think that she might want to be my one and only Pick a ring out from the kiosk But I'm guessin' she don't realize we ain't Justin and Cameron Diaz Now she creepin' on our G-live How she (?) [Rittz] I'm like Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? Fuckin' up my mood And I'm like Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? I shoot, my crew gon' follow suit Project Pat verse: Bitch, what you havin' I ain't playin', this ain't magic What you talk is what you (?) I say I'm blessed (?) I'm so (?), pockets fat I ain't braggin', I ain't negative Haters talkin' relevant Police with no evidence Who, who you sposed to be That stress can't get close to me I'm gold bottle bubbly In pic she was huggin' me He sick, so he muggin' me I'm rich, ain't no druggin' me No duck, you ain't (?) me Now Memphis it get ugly I came from the struggly The Lord he was holdin' me I came from the struggly The Lord he was holdin' me Oooo, oooo (?) (Rittz) They can hate on me all day It doesn't matter, lookin' at 'em [Rittz] I'm like Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? Fuckin' up my mood And I'm like Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? Who? Who the fuck are you? I shoot, my crew gon' follow suit
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