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Featuring(s) : Luke Bar$, Meech BOLD, Jiles & FELIX
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[Luke Bar$] 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*cked up my mental Can't talk to a nigga, 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 bitch a snake, girl, you know I can't lay with you I want a frеak bitch that move like how Megan do I еat the p*ssy, it taste like how mangos do Callin' me papi and I ain't even tell her to Seem like the money make niggas 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 shit usual We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck [Meech BOLD] Uh f*ck all that timid shit, 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 niggas 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*ck 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 Pass 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 bitch, she feeling on Meech One hand on my—, my tongue on her— Motherf*cker We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck [Jiles] Got problems with niggas, address 'em My bitch is so gangster, don't f*ck with no dresses Flashing red dots like we leaving a message My mans is a crash, doubt he makes it to heaven Niggasdon't know what the kid like Bare-face shootings in the daylight Do jail calls, I don't send kites Bend the bitch forward like I said hike Niggas don't know what you talkin' 'bout Slide in DMs, now it's in her mouth Me and your bitch, we in Dumpling House Want me to sign, I need a big amount Figure out, the gang all homies Nigga, you's a one-trick pony Still f*ck Officer Mosley Geeker in the hall and he OD'd Tint my bitch 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 dick like go-karts I mix Stone Island sweats with A-COLD-WALL I'm just talking my shit, I'm just thuggin' that shit Put some bass in your voice, you sound like a bitch You little-ass nigga, little-ass nigga You ugly in the face and your mama don't love you Don't get no p*ssy, I don't got nothing for you I spent two bands on Chrome Heart denim This shit too easy, you ain't on my level Back when niggas sold stones like pebbles You was fake tough, you was acting like a rebel Whole hood had dog food like kennels Shit had a bad bite, something like dentals I was in the hood, sit back and peep game We pressing niggas, ain't giving no leeway If I don't hear VB, we jumping your DJ Your shit is trash, ain't got no replay We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck We don't give a f*ck [FELIX] 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 niggas 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? Shit turn around and got sticky and you doin' nothin' about it That shit just hit me Roll up an eighth and a meegi, I feel like Garnett in the Garden Something about him Nigga ain't movin' the loudest, but niggas is knowin' he got it Triple the product You can't get rid me, nada Suddenly, shit is aligning (Suddenly) (f*ck) (f*ck) (f*ck) (f*ck)
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