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Work hard everyday, I'ma make it, nobody stoppin' me, it's f**k all my enemies You know we complete, we gettin' the breesh, no you cannot be a friend to me Ball hard like I'm Lonzo, seen the money with my eyes closed She callin', now she wanna facetime, scream my name, she like Pasto Work hard everyday, I'ma make it, nobody stoppin' me, it's f**k all my enemies You know we complete, we gettin' the breesh, no you cannot be a friend to me Ball hard like I'm Lonzo, seen the money with my eyes closed She callin', now she wanna facetime, scream my name, she like Pasto Work hard everyday, I'ma make it, nobody stoppin' me, it's f**k all my enemies You know we complete, we gettin' the breesh, no you cannot be a friend to me Ball hard like I'm Lonzo, seen the money with my eyes closed She callin', now she wanna facetime, scream my name, she like Pasto Yeah, in the stu' I found a new sound All these b*t*hes callin', "Oh my God, what did I do now?" Hit it from the back and she can't take it, only two rounds Shawty for the team, bounced around, we playing pool now Kill it once, then I pa** to my cuz' You run up on me, you know that I'm bussin' Pasto, that's a name that she love I just wanna f**k, I cannot be cuffin' Call up Huncho, we kick down your door, now get on the floor Now she gotta eat, then she gotta go, we screamin' like ho' Off White on the back of my pants, I just wanna get to these bands Up the choppa now that n***a gon' dance Runnin' ricky, yeah, he ran AP clappin' sh*t like I'm payin' Rockin' Gucci, yeah, that sh*t is from France N***as saying they ain't never your mans Call up Tecca, yeah the grip never jam Call up Jenny, yeah he f**k with G's Call my accountant, money, tell all my fiends Skinny n***a but more money I keep Call up Mixy, yeah he smoking them trees Count it up, I'm ahead of my dream Doin' digs, yeah, shawty a treesh One day, I'ma be in the hills I need all the money, I need it for real You cannot catch me Run this sh*t like a motherf**kin' track meet N***a why you actin'? Come get yo b*t*h back then I don't know why the hell your a** still is askin' My girl facetime me, she be blackin' I need my breesh and the motherf**kin' backend I need my breesh and the motherf**kin' backend I need my breesh and the motherf**kin' backend 'Cause me and Pasto tryna get it all Shoot so good, I could show you the ball Don't talk crazy, you gon' fall And I'm always in her mouth like some Halls I am livin' like a NASCAR baby girl, I am driven Now the youth is lookin' up to how a n***a livin' I'm not anybody, baby, I cannot be slippin' I'm not anybody, baby, I cannot be slippin' Drip and drown, we don't make a sound, a private life is a best life When you will cry, I will hold you down, I put you to sleep, have a sweet night Just like it's Zack and it's Cody, London Tipton, yeah we livin' the sweet life Street smart, young n***a, I will never bring knives to a gun fight I walk in the spot and they stare I am not tuckin' my chain, boy you a lame Lace front, lightskin with long hair Cartier frames, Revenge on my Vans Man, I don't really want you You see me on YouTube You call me through Bluetooth Now you doing Voodoo, yeah, yeah
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