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In my bag all in this sh*t I might spazz out in this b*t*h (I might spazz out in this b*t*h) L-A-Z-z boss sh*t Brought my ex girl to the studio, just to get the vibes right We ain’t really at war, but she brings out my bad side I got a lot on my mind Top of the list is you popular n***as LAZz gonna flex and go pop off on n***as Then pop 2020, go pop on you n***as You n***as is tied up Been popping from the 905 to 6 where it's live huh Ain’t even pop, yet I’m carbonated In a compartment, just operating Plotting and watching like paparazzi Y’all had your time, now the cameras on me I’m bout to shine like the VVs I’m on my grind, like add pepper please Gimme the money, the shredded cheese Stuck in the cut like a edit, Canada Goose in the booth with a flock of geese Ready to fly out Keepin’ an eye out No, this ain’t no try out So I gotta go hard Preaching the game, so these baddies treatin’ me like a pastor I’m really on top, I got it on lock but I ain’t a Rasta She give me the box, shoot it in her box, she know I’m a shotta I’m slapping the verbs, in every verse, I swear I’m a monster It ain’t ever been the same We wanted a change up like it’s 50 cent, I get cheddar with many men If you put our stacks up, up in one place, it could fill up a mini van Man, I’m in a bad mood, cut the attitude, need the coochie and titties Damn She gave me head like she Zinedine And she never cover like Maybelline And I mess with her cause my shorty mean And I get the swiss and the cheddar cheese She fell in love cause imma king Ye ye Veezy in prime time, some my n***as did hard time But we keep a bad b*t*h, some of ‘em plastic, but they one number past nine Seen a couple things, met a couple birds I ain’t even trust a single word, they be saying to me they be chirping turd n***as lying through they teeth and flexing on these b*t*hes y’all be reaching out your bag All to flex on a lil b*t*h who put you on the curb, man she curved your ass? Me, my n***as, we been smoking gas If you ain’t with me, then you in my past Can’t keep up because a n***a fast What you think about the competition? If I can’t see ‘em, means I’m winning man Went from rags, now I’m popping tags Ballin’ out, so I can dress my ass Looking good when I’m walking by Like a bad b*t*h with some ass and thighs Me, my n***as always saying sumn Cause we makin’ moves Y’all ain’t saying nothing A lot of n***as flexin’, like they got it I bet his pockets going through the motions... All a n***a do is motivate So they salty when they see a n***a’s face A lotta n***as claiming that they shootin’, but I bet his name don’t have a single case I ain’t stopping till I cop the Rollie with the biggest bezel jumping out the face I’m pouring up with a bunch of n***as and a bunch of b*t*hes Man, let’s celebrate I’m facing Henny without any chase, cause I love just how the liquor taste Bad b*t*h f**king on a n***a, she be sucking d**k because she love the taste Four bills down from twenty seven I be zooming fast as if I’m running late Swervin’ right up in and out of lanes, I be doing numbers on the interstate New gear, gotta wear it out New Nikes, gotta air it out My new b*t*h, she got brand new weave, so you know that she gon’ hair it out New money, I’m showing up New money, I’m going off Big body, boy I’m growing up Big body, boy I’m going off I’m busy getting my racks Tryna take it to another level Out the country Why you think I walk with my bags? n***a try and double check the movement Imma leave a b*t*h n***a flat on his ass (Pow) I just flipped a couple hundred Right back to the mission Might quit my job That’s my intuition Cause a n***a really finna go and get it (Look) Y’all is too comfortable Put the pressure Watch these youngins get vulnerable Call me Mr. Untouchable I put the hours in office So call me your honourable Roadman, gotta touch road Only downtown for the studio Finna grow my hair out Braids hang sideways Like I’m Coolio Glory to God He the most high All praise on my worst days Till my birthday We gon’ let ‘em fly Champagne when I’m thirsty All my dogs rolling up sky high Last out the city No cap on that Make it out soon That’s a fact (yeah) Cause n***as cheesin’ me like Cracker Jack's Who doing numbers? Boy, you got a following It’s funny how n***as is really watching Who be steady unfollowing Now who doing numbers? Know you got a following But n***as is worried bout doing numbers Ain’t go' care bout they following Get these hoes up off me Always on the road I got meetings in the lobby Grinding in the kettle We gon’ get it till my dogs eat Hard to catch me slippin’ Even when this drip up on me Lacking hours sleeping Got me moving like a zombie New phone, n***a who this? North Face on the shoes New regime, new rules Who got the keys to the beamer? Acuras, Civics I been bout my business Ain’t nobody with it Believe us We all finna get it Believe us, yeah
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