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Wake in the morning, I gotta go get it My palms keep on itching, there's roach in the kitchen I hate how I'm living, it f**ked up my mental Can't talk to a n***a, vent on instrumentals I gotta get it, my mom need a Bentley, my dad need a Bentley You reach for my pockets we pop at your belly I seen a n***a get all of the money But never did once did I ever get jealous I put my head down and put bands together, you see how I'm coming I want n***as dead He talkin' too much, I took that as a threat I ain't reasonable, I'm like what Jesus do? I can just pray for you, I can just spray for you That b*t*h a snake, girl, you know I can't lay with you I want a frеak b*t*h that move like how Megan do I еat the pu**y, it taste like how mangos do Callin' me papi and I ain't even tell her to Seem like the money make n***as more scared of you First they gon' envy you, then they all proud of you, then they gon' envy you I seen this story go 'round like a hula hoop Come to my city, you'll see what we do to you He only fifteen, he walk with a 22 Ain't no one talk 'bout it like this sh*t usual We don't give a f**k We don't give a f**k We don't give a f**k We don't give a f**k Uh F**k all that timid sh*t, homie, I'm swingin' quick Build up some muscle I ain't gon' tussle with none of you suckers You sleeping 'til noon Bursting your bubble, you dry like a prune Them n***as is coons, black when it's June Show 'em the rules, we break 'em Show me who lost, we'll save them Head on the pavement, history X him We don't respect him Music get lost, we highly effective E on his pager, he been the enforcer F**k being cordial, want me a tour bus Start givin' orders, cool Keep switchin' sides like an audible You can't compare to our artist, fool Look at the charts, I see all this bull A lot of y'all don't get involved with truth The Tommy got power, bodies gon' drop Pa** me the Henny, my liquor on rocks If Sheed bringin' ten of them, five are gon' flock Meech is a magnant, her body count risin' Never content, you likin' the bench You talk like a b*t*h, she feeling on Meech One hand on my—, my tongue on her— Motherf**ker We don't give a f**k We don't give a f**k We don't give a f**k We don't give a f**k Got problems with n***as, address 'em My b*t*h is so gangster, don't f**k with no dresses Flashing red dots like we leaving a message My mans is a crash, doubt he makes it to heaven N***asdon't know what the kid like Bare-face shootings in the daylight Do jail calls, I don't send kites Bend the b*t*h forward like I said hike N***as don't know what you talkin' 'bout Slide in DMs, now it's in her mouth Me and your b*t*h, we in Dumpling House Want me to sign, I need a big amount Figure out, the gang all homies N***a, you's a one-trick pony Still f**k Officer Mosley Geeker in the hall and he OD'd Tint my b*t*h whip, feel like Jody I'm not a baby boy, I am a big dog Spent five bands in Bergdof Don't ask price, that's a turn-off She comes with baggage like Goyard But rides d**k like go-karts I mix Stone Island sweats with A-COLD-WALL I'm just talking my sh*t, I'm just thuggin' that sh*t Put some ba** in your voice, you sound like a b*t*h You little-a** n***a, little-a** n***a You ugly in the face and your mama don't love you Don't get no pu**y, I don't got nothing for you I spent two bands on Chrome Heart denim This sh*t too easy, you ain't on my level Back when n***as sold stones like pebbles You was fake tough, you was acting like a rebel Whole hood had dog food like kennels Sh*t had a bad bite, something like dentals I was in the hood, sit back and peep game We pressing n***as, ain't giving no leeway If I don't hear VB, we jumping your DJ Your sh*t is trash, ain't got no replay We don't give a f**k We don't give a f**k We don't give a f**k We don't give a f**k Moment of silence, what's up with you? Yalla I'm standing lil' tall like a capital letter If it's some BOTTER, I'm coppin' The process was long, but I'm here and I'm after whoever Do me a solid, don't bring up no negative energy, shorty, as long as you 'round us I want the spinach, the broccoli, lettuce Wake up and Murder Bravado the denim Top of the mornin', pourin' a rum and a soda When I'm off a crumb like I'm Bori She in a mode, tryna get all our number While me and Lyor playin' ring' round the Rollie I'm a contender Plotting that '92 Benz, let's ride through the valley together Give me the medal They think that they talkin' that heavy, but really they light as a feather I was a jit up in Florida Wanna be wealthy and my cousin rockin' Girbauds Up in my city 'round n***as with sticks Some ice all around me, I feel like a goalie Make a decision, might head to the crib if I'm feeling Yo, FELIX, it's five in the morning Rollin' exotic and she wanna act like a zombie Okay, you can climb all up on me Is you up with me? Sh*t turn around and got sticky and you doin' nothin' about it That sh*t just hit me Roll up an eighth and a meegi, I feel like Garnett in the Garden Something about him N***a ain't movin' the loudest, but n***as is knowin' he got it Triple the product You can't get rid me, nada Suddenly, sh*t is aligning (Suddenly) (F**k) (F**k) (F**k) (F**k)
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