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This sh*t sound like "Trap or Die," that's my sh*t right there That song right there N***a, what's good? (Yeah, yeah) Woo Woo, woo I'm in the car but it don't got a key I put the Chrome Heart on top of my tee My b*t*h is pretty, she small and pet**e Ten K on white gold to cover my teeth I'm from the bottom, we come from the street Check out the fit, man, this sh*t is on fleek I'm tryna run up a hunnid a week You talking too much, boy, you sound like police All of the guys in my pocket deceased Ears they a thousand they deep in the creek Margiela-giela, no regular tee I [?] Hopped in the game and I conquered it cheap All of that envy, it made me a beast Down with my brothers, they ride for me Keep stealing swag but it's obsolete I ain't even let that ho do a week I changed the b*t*h, that's my vitamin C I take a pill then a n***a can see I f**ked your b*t*h, gave her vitamin D Confidence level done broke off the breach Smoking exotic got me out of my beat Say the wrong thing and end up on a tee I don't talk tough for no internet creep You got no money, lil' boy, take a seat Please watch the way that you talking to me Most of these n***as, ain’t who they perceive Most of these b*t*hes, they hate it to see Man up myself every time I believe Can't wear my heart on my motherf**king sleeve Spiritual war, tell me what you believe I'm in the car but it don't got a key I put the Chrome Heart on top of my tee My b*t*h is pretty, she small and pet**e Ten K on white gold to cover my teeth I'm from the bottom, we come from the street Check out the fit, man, this sh*t is on fleek I'm tryna run up a hunnid a week You talking too much, boy, you sound like police All of the guys in my pocket deceased Ears they a thousand they deep in the creak Margiela-giela, no regular tee I [?] Hopped in the game and I conquered it cheap All of that envy, it made me a beast Down with my brothers, they ride for me Keep stealing swag but it's obsolete Ayy, yeah, I'm f**king the b*t*hes, they envying me Keep me a stick and I don't gotta swing Good off some liquor, you don't need no lean F**king that b*t*h and I hit every week Aim automatic, you know we can't link My b*t*h is bad and she wet like a sink If smoke in the air we roll up like a leaf, yeah Money on my motherf**king mind Yeah, we slime, we dropping a bomb know that you're dying B*t*h, I'm an addict, no money, I'm dying Ain't rocking no Vlone but b*t*h, I am violent I f**k her at [?] she say I'm stylish, yeah I learn the wheel, you know that I'm ridin' I'm in the car but it don't got a key I put the Chrome Heart on top of my tee My b*t*h is pretty, she small and pet**e Ten K on white gold to cover my teeth I'm from the bottom, we come from the street Check out the fit, man, this sh*t is on fleek I'm tryna run up a hunnid a week You talking too much, boy, you sound like police All of the guys in my pocket deceased Ears they a thousand, they deep in the creak Margiela-giela, no regular tee I [?] Hopped in the game and I conquered it cheap All of that envy, it made me a beast Down with my brothers, they ride for me Keep stealing swag but it's obsolete
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