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Yeah Can you turn me up a little bit more? Yeah, yeah Yeah Can you turn it a little bit more, please? Yeah, yeah, ayy I keep a swivel, my head all forward Apply the plane, pay it forward We active til' the day is over Them last, the feelings, they pa** over The gla** ain't half or whole here, it's half-broken The barrel and the gas, smoking Pray we in it, give hope and stay different B*t*hes on it and they ain't leavin' Them hoеs get crazy, get paper, thеy want a baby I act hard when I was small, both my parents know they name me Get what you askin' for, Feds snatched my dawg Family on the phone, sh*t be going on, it lasts too long lately Froze your neck (Froze your neck), so connected (So connected) Scalin' large way like I'm throwin' in it Far as you can see, I ain't showin' any ornament Far away from tourin' it, coordinates Somewhere in a warmer crib Treat our sh*t commercial at the door First name hit a verse 'cause after that, they try'na hurt you Yeah, back back down when I was lonely (Uh, uh) Friends shaded on me Peers turn to zombies Camp phasing on me (Aye, aye) Dawg turn to farmin' Fiends cross an army Stretch your head, on it Made the same bag when I had no one On it if you own me Yeah, everything you only So I can make you own it Bands ain't goin', just how you wanted But naturally, I ain't have nan's sweat on me, I, I That's bro when the front 4-5ing We gon' raise the stakes to one I can vibe with Of on one, one for me, we was taught to be tribing We ain't into ducking and jiving, eyes up snakes be hiding And they waitin' there, patience for your sloppy feet I don't see it stoppin' me, cream better crop with me You got it, it's [?] and no one pausin' it That sh*t get crazy, I'm talkin' movies [?] I've got hoes on boats, them b*t*hes wet as the navy Knew that it's far, as a star we could make it, yeah Yeah, yeah, look at that Yeah, look at that Yeah, look at that Uh I'm high, she's drunk I'm smoking, she know it She still says if I'm sure of myself and I show it My confidence pouring, my champagne flutes are overflowing, this morning "What's the reason?" We don't need no f**king reason other than the fact we still breathin' when it's killing n***a season And then get off easy Now imagine if we would've tried to organize a storm of capital and grab equipment for souvenirs and sellin' this sh*t online F**k it, I get high, stay inside, watchin' other people lose their minds Ordering low rider parts, I'm finna bell the 59 Cousin Stizz in town, we gon' burn the whole pound Couple texts and messages, now some of my coldest hoes around Was who really down, baby pretty brown Open that Rollie Royce, go tour our city down Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da Yeah, back back down when I was lonely (Uh, uh) Friends shaded on me Peers turn to zombies Camp phasing on me (Aye, aye) Dawg turn to farmin' Fiends cross an army Stretch your head, on it Made the same bag when I had no one On it if you own me Yeah, everything you only So I can make you own it Bands ain't goin', just how you wanted But naturally, I ain't have nan's sweat on me, I
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