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Y2, is that you? I miss you, Bryce I get guap, I can't love no thot I been counting cash, I ran up my knots And my coupe so dope, I don't got no top I can't trust none of these n***as, 'cause I know that they gon' flock We gon' pull up, then hop out, and skirt right off the lot I don't got time for n***as, 'cause all they do is talk Now she all up in my face, I tell that girl to stop We walk in, took over your trap, and we gon' set up shop Boy, you flexing all them fake bands in your pics, you need to stop As soon as I came in the game, they like "you be the trending topic" Got this b*t*h, she from the islands but you know she super toxic Woulda thought I was from Houston by the way I tote the Rocky B*t*h you got me fеd up but I still gotta keep my head up Gotta keep my foot up on they necks, babygirl, I'm sorry I can't lеt up Yeah, I shoulda knew all along that that sh*t was a set-up Yeah, you know, she was tryna give me neck from the first time that we met up I had to do this sh*t, show 'em how we work Baby let me see you twerk, let me see what's under that skirt I be off on these Adderalls and I might just take a Perc When she see that money out my pockets, she finna go bezerk All this money got me feeling trill, my life looking too surreal That boy shoot to knock 'em down, you know I will shoot to kill He don't got a lot of friends, but he got a lot of pills My bro just came out the pen, you don't know how great that feel I get guap, I can't love no thot I been counting cash, I ran up my knots And my coupe so dope, I don't got no top I can't trust none of these n***as, 'cause I know that they gon' flock We gon' pull up, then hop out, and skirt right off the lot I don't got time for n***as, 'cause all they do is talk Now she all up in my face, I tell that girl to stop We walk in, took over your trap, and we gon' set up shop Set up shop wherever, I could teach you how to make it shake She ain't even wanna do dinner 'fore she give up her cake (Let's go) I might not even say sh*t 'fore I go MIA (Let's go) Lil' shorty really be trippin', when the b*t*h call me bae Okay, okay-okay (Yeah) Tryna lay low and have this sh*t my way (My way) Got out the pen (?) my way Lil' bae, say she giving up, she doin' everything I say (Aye) Hand on a thot, she's a stripper (?) she barely surviving (Surviving) Looking for me, you can find me wherever the friends and the vibes be (Here for the vibes) I hit the b*t*h and she goin' all crazy, cowardly dog, speaking the nonsense (Speaking the nonsense) Yeah, I really get to the (?), I really get to the (?) (Really get to the (?)) Yeah, it's always f**king with bosses, what the f**k (?) (?) This lil' payment on me, sh*t, but she think it's a lot (Let's go) I flip the check up (?) and the b*t*h took it to heart I get guap, I can't love no thot I been counting cash, I ran up my knots And my coupe so dope, I don't got no top I can't trust none of these n***as, 'cause I know that they gon' flock We gon' pull up, then hop out, and skirt right off the lot I don't got time for n***as, 'cause all they do is talk Now she all up in my face, I tell that girl to stop We walk in, took over your trap, and we gon' set up shop (Set up shop)
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