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[Intro] (Andree, run it up) [Chorus] Securus cheap, how the fuck you ain't sent your doggy nothin’? Them Bubbas cheap, how the fuck you ain't out here trappin' nothin’? Them cutters cheap, how the fuck you ain't out here clappin' nothin'? Pull up another beat, every time I drop a song, I'm gettin' money You ain't gon' clap shit, why the fuck you niggas muggin’? I live my life the right way, out here thuggin’ and I'm druggin’ Patek gon' shine the right way, all rose, shit bustin' She offered to give me backrubs, shit, I know she want somethin' [Verse 1] I cheated a couple months, I wakе up, the bitch still fussin’ After we fuck, still got my jеwelry on, the bitch might steal somethin' Shit 'bout over with like, bitch, you need to drop you a tear or somethin' Stand right over shit, every time they play, I'm ready to kill me somethin' All these scars up on my body, nigga, I still don't feel nothin' Crash dummy go kamikaze 'cause niggas act like they don't feel guns I just keep my shit discrete, how your daddy should've done Told lil' cuh to push the P, he gotta go do a pill run Told lil' cuh, "Go push the P," but I ain't talkin' 'bout a player side Black truck the hoes and go duck off and let the chauffer drive I only rock with shooters, stay protected, that's how I play and slide Might smack the shit out a nigga if he playin' 'cause we don't play with fire Don't treat me like no tutor, y'all fuck niggas' ass be babified She rode the dick so good, you would think this bitch right here was made to ride Opps be dyin' so fast, you would think these niggas got paid to die Get off bags so fast, shit, I know why niggas hate the guys Keep it real with me, in all honesty, shit, I hate to lie Say they don't fuck with me, but in the truth, shit, niggas can't wait to ride These young niggas be weak, that's why I hang out with the older guys Bitch asked, would I cheat? Shit, the truth, bitch, I can't decide [Chorus] Securus cheap, how the fuck you ain't sent your doggy nothin'? Them Bubbas cheap, how the fuck you ain't out here trappin' nothin'? Them cutters cheap, how the fuck you ain't out here clappin' nothin'? Pull up another beat, every time I drop a song, I'm gettin' money You ain't gon' clap shit, why the fuck you niggas muggin'? I live my life the right way, out here thuggin' and I'm druggin' Patek gon' shine the right way, all rose, shit bustin' She offered to give me backrubs, shit, I know she want somethin' [Verse 2] If I can't sit my dog down and tell him the truth, I can't hang around him Uh, whatever it come to, I'll go load up and go bang 'bout him Just clap, when I see that nigga, knock the fuckin' fame out him Ever since I lost my cousin, it ain't been the same without him Uh, uh, it ain't been the same Get a million cash, nigga, I still wouldn't even change Nigga, I still won't change the game Nigga, I still won't change for fame Still fuck on my hoes the same Won't get mad when I'm to blame
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