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I had money, way before the deal Still ain?t got no deal, I?m flexing looking like a meal Everything I spit a hit, I flex like doctor Phil You ain?t in the field, homies dying, boy you squeal Aye I was gangster way before them Glocks Grew up in the south ain?t never banged another block For b*t*h to see the hoe in you, your n***a was a opp How you ain?t a star, I?ll beat you at the top Mac eleven heaven clip Hope you go to heaven b*t*h Ain?t no back and forth, lambo straight up off the dealership Get some head and then I dip Stop All that capping, running lip, I?m echelon I?m off a zip, like a doll, bye b*t*h Backwood, just like me, some dirty and a sprite Let you pipe my b*t*hes twice My money long it made me nice I got sh*t I never had, double digits do the math Bet that b*t*h ain?t go to school, who she pa**ing looking a** B*t*hes ain?t gon? never pop, but tryna compete Don?t f**k with goofy n***as, b*t*hes I like savages freaks What?s a team with dumb b*t*hes, I be riding with heat Try to help these hoes, I failed, but they was aiming at me Cut throat killer b*t*h Slow, break a kilo I?m a gang banger Real b*t*h, bout my pesos Gotta lay low, feds watching Wanna take my mans Don?t you? Semi automatics, for n***as who be speaking on me I had money, way before the deal Still ain?t got no deal, I?m flexing looking like a meal Everything I spit a hit, I flex like doctor Phil You ain?t in the field, homies dying, boy you squeal Aye I was gangster way before them Glocks Grew up in the south ain?t never banged another block For b*t*h to see the hoe in you, your n***a was a opp How you ain?t a star, I?ll beat you at the top Let?s talk about these b*t*hes, how they capping Run them numbers up, Asian Doll, I?m never slacking Girl your really dumb, throwing gangs you don?t know I?m a real doll, ten toes on the floor White b*t*h booted and she sniffing all the coke Roll a backwood, five grams in that hoe Texas lean gold, pu**y sweeter than a roll Riding with your n***a he be pressing on my toes Blow you like a candle light I get higher than a kite Bells in the mail B*t*h you stupid, you can?t spend the night I got cheat codes to the game, that?s why I?m winning You a goofy when you fumble, that?s why you losing Bullets hot like the sun, targets make you run Put a beam on that b*t*h, target from the sun All these b*t*hes wanna do is just wash away How they f**k you ride around with a pu**y 8? I had money, way before the deal Still ain?t got no deal, I?m flexing looking like a meal Everything I spit a hit, I flex like doctor Phil You ain?t in the field, homies dying, boy you squeal Aye I was gangster way before them Glocks Grew up in the south ain?t never banged another block For b*t*h to see the hoe in you, your n***a was a opp How you ain?t a star, I?ll beat you at the top
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