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Ring, ring, ring Hello? Got a call from my lawyer, say my youngin' fightin' a murder (What?) The police officers lyin' and the prosecutor dirty (You're telling me you built a time machine?) But the judge still f**k with me B*t*h, them Bloods get touched for cheap I sell two for eight apiece I might turn one of 'em to three If they say that sh*t was straight, I might turn that three to eight I know P, I f**k with H (I know P, I f**k with H) Really had the bag for years, pa**ed alone, I'm cashin' too Bustdown watch, my gla**es too Tez had bean, I had the food Flip that screen, I see myself R.I.P. Scooter, R.I.P. Lil Neff That homicide sh*t still get stretched Free Lil Quez, free Lil Dunk Better get you soon, n***a, on my son Bustdown Pateks with chunks I wear baguettes for none, don't make this sh*t 'bout no money Make that lil' b*t*h delete my number Soon as I can't f**k her, now I don't want her Close to 40s, all my pointers Offset Forgis, this b*t*h fast Ain't sh*t changed, still free my guys Wood 'nem back in there like a mop Six to nine, b*t*h, don't get dropped Hey, hey, f**k it I'm late, Supreme, not Bape, for mines Get naked, I might start ringing, bring pints We drinkin', high as hell up in this b*t*h Still miss Nell up in this b*t*h I can't tell if that b*t*h is real I won't tell my n***a to chill I don't give a f**k 'bout who get killed I don't give a f**k 'bout who get blitzed Drop that five, n***a, throw that sh*t Eight out of ten still on my d**k Still f**k friend, keep that b*t*h far It was just us, still got eight-hundred TSA mad, can't take a n***a money If I let a b*t*h steal from me, get shot Woah (Woah), woah (Woah) Can't wait 'til I run 'til a n***a get robbed, get smoked, smoked Never let a n***a 'round me throwin' five (Ah, hahaha) Gunshot, pain in my a** We pour out lean for my big bro Mox Walk a n***a down on four-five Glocks (Go) I ain't spread an opp since I been rich (No) Handicap match, big Glock, lil' switch (Pfft) F**k out my ear with that whinin' sh*t (Move) You blowin' my vibe, pipe down, lil' b*t*h (Gone) If Duggy don't f**k with you, don't be like, "Bagg, know what's up with me" I cannot vouch what you done (Nah) If you don't f**k with him, you don't rock with the brand (Ooh) CMG mafia, cars, money, guns (Super) Just made his bond for a light honey bun Hop on a fugitive, bro on the run The F&N knock all the smoke out your lung (Bop) The head was so fire, made a young n***a hum, uh Sloppy-top, got me locked, Birkin, pu**y, she havin' WAP (Wet) Box of woods, Q-P of Za, purple Wock' and cream soda pop (Kick) Eeenie-meenie, miney-mo (Bliss) Put a tag up on his toe (Tick) Charge the high for truffle smoke Pour up in Sprite and sell the Coke, go Whip all white, pull up like pope (Snow) Five shows, it's a M I gross (Woah) Big facts, I ain't even tryna boast (No) B*t*hes love me coast to coast (Yeah) Eight out of ten still on my d**k Still f**k friend, keep that b*t*h far It was just us, still got eight-hundred TSA mad, can't take a n***a money If I let a b*t*h steal from me, get shot Woah (Woah), woah (Woah) Can't wait 'til I run 'til a n***a get robbed, get smoked, smoked Never let a n***a 'round me throwin' five Gunshot, pain in my a** We pour out lean for my big bro Mox Walk a n***a down on four-five Glocks
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