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Yeah, uh First she straight, now the b*t*h bi-curious Booty out the A, but face from Honduras Pull up to them gates, say I'm livin' luxurious I f**k her, then I tell her get lost like a tourist I went to the Middle East, came back with a Lamb' Back with some money, came back with some grams Fly your b*t*h to the beach, she come back with a tan Come back with no money, come back with some sand Dog, I be at home all day poppin' illys See how long it take to count a million B*t*h, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill ya Hoppin' out a G-Wagon, gotta be a six wheeler Young Tune n***a put a deal in yo' base She gon' swallow that sh*t like a protein shake Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, uh Young Tune, n***a, I'll wipe yo' b*t*h Best rapper alive, I write yo' sh*t All that cappin', I'll wipe yo' lips Lil' pu**y-a** n***a shoot you right in yo' clit, yeah I'ma turn up a little more this time People used to say "That boy, he before his time" I already know what you did last summer I was standin' out the sun and lettin' my woah and them shine Paul Smith robe on the floor but it's fine Two tone AP on, I'm bust Rose gold Hublot lookin' like rust All black Hublot lookin' like us Clear white diamonds, lookin' like pus Watch face look like a motherf**king pizza And I got all diamonds all in the crust Thinkin' I might, no n***a, I must Keep a Hot Boy with me, I got love for BG The feds tryna lock me up like the BG I told my old lady if they do, she could leave She said "Bae, shut the f**k up, you sound brazy That sh*t gon' work out like it's personal training" I say "Amen", oh, and she say "F**k yeah" Weighing my options, I broke out the scale Weighing my options, I feel like a whale My pockets on blubber, the socket unplugger Bah-bah-bah-bah, he not gon' recover Dead bodies on top of each other Look like they six-nining each other At first, I was playin', now this sh*t got serious Shots hit that man in the middle of his ears Five hundred grand, to make an appearance I need that a week in advance for clearance I just got mad at one of my shooters 'Cause I told his a** that we don't shoot no children That sh*t is bad and it f**k up my spirit That n***a laugh, I say, "Bruh you a terrorist" Extended barrel, the one with the holes Don't f**k with me, I am not one of your bros Quadruple my money, don't count what I grow It's gotta be the trucker but I hop in a Rolls Young Money, n***a, that's my DNA I look like a lion and act like an ape Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get ate Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we ate Can't be f**ked with Ayy, 4 Pockets, huh (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf**ker up) 'Fore I go broke like Joc F**k with that dog like Vick (Roof) Not that rock, that pit' Palm Angels down to my sock Can't hold my Glock, reason I don't really like that sh*t (N***a, I don't) Young turnt n***a, can't wife no b*t*h (At all) Excuse my French, don't like no b*t*h (Nope) Limo tinted, all five of my cars, yeah, I had it hard Seen my b*t*h broke bad, I ain't had a heart Skrrt, yeah, that's us Two-tone AP, yeah, I'm bust Got the head from her, I ain't even wanna f**k (F**k her) Why? Sl*t, bye (F**k on) Nothin' on me from Saks, everything Revive Old n***a tellin' on bro, should've died No, he ain't kill 'em, dawg, he ain't even try Still'll bet my last shootin' dice in the hood Take who chain? Nah b*t*h, not Dugg's Probably in somethin' fast with a Glock in the hood Courtside tickets, spillin' Wock' on the wood First turnt n***a from the hood, they curious Four in cars, 'bout five in jewelry I get the commas with numbers, that's period I got your BM wan' put on Amiris First young n***a in the A with two Lams Run up fourteen mil', started fourteen grams (Same day) Dope boy D**kies and diamonds and Timbs You shouldn't play with that boy, he is not one of them Bro, I kept taking L's, finally got me a M Still making double, I don't count what I spend S550 2018 Gotta come twenty if you hoppin' in the Benz Young turnt n***a from the D to the A I'm rockin' with the Lions, yeah, I'm rocking with the Braves Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid I'ma turn it up a lil' more this time Used to dream about gettin' it, now I got it, I don't drive I had a spot like The Varsity, what'll you have? You buy twenty, I'll front what you buy I put on drip, I believe I can I fly N***as know that I'm rich, but they know not to try I had a show in Detroit and I stopped at Revive And spent fifty on all of the guys All of these hoes in these stores make commission And plus I'ma tip 'em, they holdin' my size Get in your car and just put on your flashers And follow the hearse since you say you gon' ride 'Cause somebody gon' die if they f**k with us Turn a five to a dime, that's a double up F**k around, walk through church with my double cup This sh*t a habit, I'm prayin' I give it up Tiger stay with the wood, make 'em give it up Know I ran through a mil' every week coppin' weed Bruh beat the charge, I can get me some sleep Got a backend to pick up, I won't even leave Run it up, f**k around, give the 'Vette to DT Keep a hotboy with me, I got love for BG Chasin' this paper since twelve or thirteen Runnin' 'round in these streets, it was me and Marquise And my diddy bop like the CEO of Ciroc B*t*h I can't stop (Can't stop) and I won't stop, top dog on top I call the shots (Call the shots), shot clock head-lock, headshot (Boom) Bleeding out, rigor mortis so deported Cleaning out your bank account (Haha, pheew) Wanna be like Mike, better take a different route (B*t*h) Treat the pu**y like a drive-through, b*t*h, I'm in and out Hahaha, real sh*t though (Well Done) Ay Dram, bring that sh*t back (Run it back) Uh, hese n***as stay on my d**k (Yeah), talking "I'm broke, I'm rich" Keep me a bada** b*t*h with a Glock on my hip inside of my whip Swallow a hollow tip, if the b*t*h pu**y bomb I'ma hit (Yea) I'ma spit in her mouth 'cause I'm lit, I'ma slip then I'm out in a bit Wanna lick, wanna play with the kid like the b*t*h wanna babysit I'm the heartbreak kid, don't baby him Every b*t*h wanna have baby with him She lay her baby hairs on me, feeling like a baby again B*t*h, the block is hot Double my G no heard 'yeah F**k what you hoes no sir Wo-wo-won't catch me 'bout liking my n***as we rob the patek no nerd,yeah That's right b*t*h you heard My flow better than her's It ain't no comparison b*t*h i just started this sh*t i was gifted from birth,(yeah) My off-white shirt 3hunnid(yeah) Boutique lil b*t*h no stomach (yeah) I give respect to whoever i fly with LA's to the shots give a f**k who running Could never go broke no boss b*t*h no bummin' Can't squash beef lil b*t*h am comin' I need a band just to beat on you hoes finna throw my clothes b*t*h bring my money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we paid Aay i just got of the stage Am independent i need me a pendant Lakeyah Danaee gotta hang on the chain Best right b*t*h from the Mk heat never been a street b*t*h but i touch MO jeans Rich b*t*h Gucci amiris the jean you shouldn't play with that girl n***a ain't She sweet Just run up a check came way two weeks Still making double you could check the receipts Been deep in my bag since 2015 ballin' hard as a b*t*h i deserve six rings Young turnt b*t*h from the Mill to the A said they coming for it all am the only b*t*h came Yeah,yeah, yeah,yeah, yeah we paid Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we paid Imma turn it up lil more this time like f**k been humble i know am the G.O.A.T I know i be sh*tting on b*t*hes and n***as i said what i said you b*t*hes be broke I ain't checking my comma's,n***as be mad and b*t*hes less saying i think am the sh*t I drive me a bag on a pair of balenci's i throw them away if they throw up for free I flex like am lil baby young`n' turnt like am 42 Quit talking money lil b*t*h i got more than you Somebody dead if they f**k wit'you I count ten of my demon's lil b*t*h and is one of you These b*t*hes talking wit'no guns I'd be unbothered as f**k and am feeling like dugg Thank God for the G wagon I put on drip am a real big dripper I do what i want so the bag got bigger Pretty as f**k and she harder than hoes young turnt b*t*h can't cuff no n***a Pretty as f**k and she harder than hoes young turnt b*t*h can't cuff no n***a (yeah) {Verse 7: Wavy Navy Pooh} ? BLLT (Haha) 6 Block got K's (6 block got K's) All Opps gettin' sprayed (All Opps gettin' sprayed) (86 for the brick n***a) 6 Block we paid Free Kenny K Free Henry(Aye)Free Big Murda Too Before i get faced like five, (five) Imma' kill sh*t like 6 (like six) Still caught one from the pump break a hoe to the team Catchin shells In the bricks (in the city) Throw back to me Bibby and Mitch, (and Bibby) Throw back and make Jack do a hit, (Jack do a hit) Still go see my auntie that lady do Voodoo ah genie My grandma ah witch (let's go) Chop shop give ah band for them Stolos, (Stolos) My youngins' got 3 or 4 Lolos, (Lolos) (Damn) Take out the engine, and bust that b*t*h down That's a lil' 5 band play doe Selfie Gang faceshot like a photo (like a photo) If I ain't wit Dot then i'm dolo, (i'm dolo) Throw bullets at Opps Tony Romo (Buck!) F**k these rappers i'd rather ride solo (ride solo) Boy we kill Opps on the regular, (regular) Can't fool me i know your gun registered, (Haha) Phone tapped, i can't talk on my cellular, (the cellular) He tweetin' but tell em' who shot at ya' (shot at ya') That TDB, 6, we the Mafia ( The Mafia) Givency, and Louis, i'm Prada ya' (i'm Prada ya') F**k the city, No clique ain't no stoppin us Get Bucked' in yo' city i'm poppin up (Buck!) E-Way, slidin' i'm headed out west (out west) Just me Fefe, Lil Zay, and a tec (Lil Zay) Pop a Opp then post in the Jets Drop 30k flat on yo' neck, (on yo' set) Don Dada i'll knock off yo' set (yo' set) Big bag on yo head that's a check, (A bag!) Sit tight man he'll put you to rest (to rest) Extortion we all in his check (Extortion) See my Opps tryna clique up and come for me (and come for me) We dont clique up, this Glock kept me company (me company) Catch Quise You know you gon' run from me (run from me) If they yellin' Osama they onto me (Osama) I kill for Ohana,I kill for Osama For Kendre forever,Dont f**k with the sunder Since 2013 we been givin' y'all problems It's 2020, we still the top Mafia ESPN sh*t im the real Don Dada I was 15 in West Jack wit a choppa Spazz 16 on the news for a body 7 days straight I been rollin' off Molly In the [?] Man this sh*t gon get sketchy Catch a Opp boy this sh*t gon get deadly, (Aye!) Hit the E-Way I run from the Feddies, (Aye!) Bust a right, and I got off on Melvin (Skrr!) Nobody ain't out n***as fakin', (they fakin') Catch a Opp, like some liqour I chase em' (I chase em') Sak Pa**e, that's to all of my Haitians, (Sak Pa**e) Jump out on yo' block and go crazy, (go crazy) (Uh!) Ran up a hunna' sumn' racks by myself No label, no cosign you know im independent (independent) Real young n***a out the trenches You ain't gettin' money young n***a, i'll show you how to get it (show you how to get it) Still got war in the city, still on the block and we tryna catch sh*t For Lil' Bibby, (War!) Pu**y a** opps keep snitchin', everytime sombody get shot They say we did it (That we did) (It's Laid!) First turnt n***a from the hood, they curious Four in cars, 'bout five in jewelry I get the commas with numbers, that's period I got your BM wan' put on Amiris First young n***a in the A with two Lams Run up fourteen mil', started fourteen grams (Same day) Dope boy D**kies and diamonds and Timbs You shouldn't play with that boy, he is not one of them Bro, I kept taking L's, finally got me a M Still making double, I don't count what I spend S550 2018 Gotta come twenty if you hoppin' in the Benz Young turnt n***a from the D to the A I'm rockin' with the Lions, yeah, I'm rocking with the Braves Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid First turnt n***a from the hood, they curious Four in cars, 'bout five in jewelry I get the commas with numbers, that's period I got your BM wan' put on Amiris First young n***a in the A with two Lams Run up fourteen mil', started fourteen grams (Same day) Dope boy D**kies and diamonds and Timbs You shouldn't play with that boy, he is not one of them Bro, I kept taking L's, finally got me a M Still making double, I don't count what I spend S550 2018 Gotta come twenty if you hoppin' in the Benz Young turnt n***a from the D to the A I'm rockin' with the Lions, yeah, I'm rocking with the Braves Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid (Yeah)
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