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Jarvis N***as ain't down, they weird Going, I’m going like Tony Time is ticking, ayy T-time is ticking, money Gotta stack my bread til’ Sunday Gotta move right, b*t*hes bummy (uh) Last b*t*h said I’m pu**y, fronting Talking that bag, run it Ain’t sh*t in my past funny I turned nothing into something, we outside, you bluffing (let’s go!) Leak sh*t, ain’t with it You sneak diss us, we spinning Spent two many racks in Lennox Popped me a pill, I’m geeked, I’m itching Two fifties, t**ties, ain’t met a n***a fit it Pull up, Maybach, windows tinted I’m forever gang and winning Bro sentenced, they pinned him, he locked up, penitentiary His son, getting a lil bigger, heart real heavy I don’t show no feelings (uh-uh) That mula, I need it (uh-huh) Gotta bag this yеar, I’m greedy (uh-huh) Glock nine, hollows feed it (boom! boom!) His new b*t*h, she wanna bе me (b*t*h) I remember way back, my auntie selling crack (gang) Them junkies in the back, trap-house with them mice and rats Don’t ask me sh*t, don’t do that These n***as running through that They asking how you do that? I’m from where they die and cool at What happened to keeping it real? These n***as ain’t down, they weird Don’t cry no more, no tears Just ran down on a b*t*h in the hills (on gang) What happened? B*t*h who phony? If I go, then I’m going like Tony Don’t speak, cause n***as don’t know me Money fetish, f**king on me T-time is ticking Gotta stack my bread til’ Sunday Gotta move right, b*t*hes bummy Last b*t*h said I’m pu**y, fronting Talking that bag, run it Ain’t sh*t in my past funny (uh, uh) I turned nothing into something, we outside you bluffing (let’s go!) Leak sh*t, ain’t with it You sneak diss us, we spinning Spent two many racks at Lennox Popped me a pill, I’m geeked, I’m itching Two fifties, t**ties, ain’t met a n***a fit it Pull up, Maybach, windows tinted I’m forever gang and winning (on gang!) Lil’ body but they know I’m a shooter Jump out, gang, we don’t spend in no Ubers I gotta get ‘em, uh Me and [?] two shots [?] stay with ‘em, likee Uh, they know we hella sturdy Everytime I see [?] he got ‘em all really dirty They know I’m never worried ‘Cause I step on the court and I shoot like I’m Stephen Curry [?], n***as don’t know what your name is I just pull up and start flaiming I just tell [?] to send the location, like— I put a new beam on the Glock I got a new thot for the opps These n***as pu**y, notice how I rock 30 up in it, call that sh*t a mop I call [?] and you know it’s lit How you gon’ win if you don’t take a risk? [?], he ran off with a brick I told my b*t*h “That’s one hell of a lick” Life is a gamble so I’m rollin’ trips, like, look— Uh, Bizzy Banks, b*t*h, I’m known for the sticks T-time is ticking, money Gotta stack my bread til’ Sunday Gotta move right, b*t*hes bummy (uh) Last b*t*h said I’m pu**y, fronting Talking that bag, run it Ain’t sh*t in my past funny I turned nothing into something, we outside, you bluffing (let’s go!) Leak sh*t, ain’t with it You sneak diss us, we spinning Spent two many racks in Lennox Popped me a pill, I’m geeked, I’m itching Two fifties, t**ties, ain’t met a n***a fit it Pull up, Maybach, windows tinted I’m forever gang and winning Applying, focused on my grind Ain’t no n***a steal my shine, it will leave you blind If I'm going, I'm going like Tony, go!
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