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Yeah Yunno what the f**k going on n***a(straight up) b*t*h, ya dig (huh) Ayy, ayy (look) I gotta get it, man I ain't got no choice I’m making that breadie. (No) I'm grinding steady, I ain't getting no sleep I need all these fetty Welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti (cash) Shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how I love it Most of my n***as be taliban, they gon scare off your ass like the bogeyman I’m the neighborhood shooter, like spiderman Working hard cos a n***a want the bands I let my dogs of the leash (leash) Louis v up on my sleeves Police can't stop I'm f**king legit These n***as too nosy, just gеt off my d**k My trap moving steady bih I'm on a streak Y'all be acting likе kids just get out my face cos you lame n***as weak You ain't telling me money then I'm not tryna speak My b*t*hes all bad they brown and unique I swerve out the lot sleek like I'm reek Girl stop all the talking and get on your knees You f**k my cash you gone gees (yeah) Play with my money you get in trouble When I beating up coochie I’m beating double or even triple, I ain’t doing single, they all wanna mingle, but I never mingle. I be soaring up high like a f**king eagle Ocho ciento n***a I done made it double I be out in the streets causing lotta troubles With my goons n***a we cause lotta troubles Cop a new crib, cop a new whip, cop a new wrist, I want all that sh*t Check out my clique, check out my bih , check out my wrist we overlit I make em mad when I f**k on they b*t*hes, last n***a tried me got too many stitches When i was broke n***as called me a leech Now i pull up and show off these ice on my wrist I gotta get it, I ain't got no choice I’m making that breadie. (Huh) I'm grinding steady, I ain't getting no sleep I need all these fetty(yeah) Welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti Shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how I love it Shawty wanna f**k on the gang gang Beat a Lil n***a ass it's a gang bang n***a all about cheese I don’t play games Hit a bih from the back didn't know her name Young n***a look fresh in these Balmains Too cool for a fight on a cool day Kick a bih out the house like liu kang I got money on my head like a toupee. (Goddamn) Patek freeze, reach for my arm you finna bleed Got money infection, can't cure the disease She don't wanna leave, I told her to strip n***as be hating cos I got the keys Stop that sh*t n***a, you weak I work over night, I'm getting no sleep All work and no play we busy like bees (of course n***a) I gotta get it, I ain't got no choice I'm making that breadie. (Huh) I'm grinding steady, I'm not getting no sleep I need all these fetty(yeah) Welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti Shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how I love it. I
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