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One time Ayy, for all these actin' a** n***as I?m keepin' real, I ain't finna do no flaggin? wit' ya I keep the steel, you run up I'm gon' clap a n***a And most of all, they know I'm 'bout that action, n***a Ayy, free that n***a A$AP Rocky F**k all these peons walkin' 'round like they all c*cky And if you run up then you know them bodies droppin? So don?t get done up 'cause you know that ain?t a problem The biggest B but I got blues all in my pocket Your b*t*h a freak for my whole crew, yeah, she gon' pop it I'm in the league, I'm ballin? hard, they tryna stop me B*t*hes pocket watchin', they got me creepin' wit' my rocket Bank head 'cause that bank stay in my head She wanna f**k, I need my backend first instead I know these n***as probably us youngins dead Cause we done got way up ahead and I ain't repeatin' what I said Let's skip to C but I'm 'bout cash so I'm gon' run it I'm Krispy Kreme, collect my bag without no fumblin' She slim pet**e, no waist, fat a**, ain't got no stomach Retarded D inside her stomach turned her a** into a dummy We on C, f**k we takin' off first cla** We all in public, cuttin' up, showin' our a** I'm geeked up swervin' off the road, I'm 'bout to crash But you know I'm doin' the dash and I don't care 'bout paper tags I love the E, you know I smoke exotic strains She suck it up, we on the E-way 'bout to crash Ain't wit' a F 'cause I don't give a f**k 'bout what you sayin' Wit' all these racks inside my pants, I turn this b*t*h into a fan You went to E, you know I love blowin' exquisite You steady worried 'bout mine, worry 'bout your digits Let's switch to F because my pockets full of chickens And I know you finger lickin', run up wrong and that's your ending These G-Star jeans, I spent a ticket on my britches Act like a fiend, like how she grip it when she lick it I'm hella clean, yeah, that's the H case I ain't mention High as f**k, stuck in the ceiling Got them hands, ain't got no feelings It's green for life but, yeah, you n***as already know Say I'm a genius but I ain't been on Genius before Feel like a horse how I be rockin' all these loads And if I wanted yo' lil' ho, I would've slid after the show It wouldn't believe that Bossman still was independent Wit' this rap sh*t, we the illest in the city I really snapped, yeah, most of this just got it in me If I start it, I'ma finish, play my part from the beginning I, free all of the innocent I really don't be up for all that friendly sh*t And when I'm vibin', yeah, I get all on my jiggy sh*t And I get fresh in every J, you know that swag legit Go hit up Jet and tell him send some of that spiffy sh*t The diamonds jumpin' out the jewelry make them b*t*hes hit I'm slangin' Ks, so PFK Ray Ray, long live the kid I wish the jit was here, would've been outchea kickin' it It's a PFK world that we livin' in So it's f**k you and then f**k just how yo' feelings is I throw up L, so you know just how I'm feelin', n***a Long live O-Dog, yeah, you know I f**kin' miss you n***a I smoke straight out the LB Yeah, this loud, I know you smell me The paper good, yeah, we the money team It's more money out to make, don't do no date, can you just suck it please We leave the scene ga**ed up, musty I like my money neat, don't think about none of that touchin' We on the block, tryna run it up from nothin' And f**k the cops, they always on our nuts for somethin' I don't want no friends 'cause I don't f**k wit' new n***as This stick like a reporter, put you on the news, n***a Was servin' O's while I was still in school, n***a Ask my teachers, I was reakin' through the cla**room, n***a This off the top, I'll pop me a opp That money ain't never gon' stop Them bags just keep gettin' dropped Yeah, you know that pu**y gon' pop But I don't need it, that sh*t don't P I need that face and then I'm leavin' Don't play wit' P, that b*t*h a demon Smoke you Ps to sleep, I'm geekin' Quake your sh*t like I'm Katrina Keep your blunts, boy, I don't need 'em And you can't f**k with lil' QG, yeah, that me Good gat put her straight to sleep She suck then she left no lead Then she gon' wash all of my sheets I know she ready Yeah, come here, f**k her steady Close range, I ain't gon' do no flexin' You gon' get hit with this weapon Grammy sh*t, I got 'em beggin' Big boy Glock, no Smith & Wesson Stop and pop like JJ Red**k Knock your sh*t we shootin' steady We fell in love with sticks so don't get hit I'm tryna ice out all my sh*t while you still worryin' about that b*t*h You put your trust in her, yeah, you still lovin' her But you know that I'm f**kin' her Big dog, I'm like a Tonka truck, uh, you n***as run her up I pull up in somethin' tough, I ain't finna talk or fuss These diamonds hittin' uppercut, big d**k, I stick it up her gut These n***as really under us, that's why they try to come for us This can get real ugly so boy don't f**k wit' me This sh*t sting like a bumblebee These n***as can't catch up wit' me You know I want that victory Me and PG history She say, "Your voice, it get to me" I like when she start lickin' me I'll put her up, no Christmas tree She wet as f**k, it's slippery Can't ask us off the list, we on our sh*t, guess it was meant to be I f**ked her 'til like yesterday D**k knocked her out, she catch a Z She act just like her zodiac This beat I need to let it sleep
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