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These n***as hella funny cuz
n***as talking 'bout they looking for me
Mike made the 808's
Man you n***as eyes must be closed n***a

I heard they looking for me, it ain't hard to find me (Find me)
Really in the field we don't funk on IG (On IG)
Suckas wanna do me cold 'cause a n***a icy (Icy)
It's all in a b*t*h face she say, "Please don't blind me" (Don't blind me)
Tryna make my b*t*h a billionaire like Kylie (Like Kylie)
Don't leave with ten bands that sh*t don't excite me (Excite me)
He told me that it's funk 'cause I f**ked his wifey (His wifey)
Throw a party when we put a sucka on a white tee (A white tee)

Throw a party when we put a sucka on a white tee
She know I'm that n***a ain't no other like me
Track.2's cost a band naw these ain't no Nike
Bullets flying out that 'K make a n***a fight these
How you sucka n***as dissin' rapping on my type beats?
I was lost up in these streets I let this .40 guide me
Lose a load and take a load and that's just how this life be
Either you tellin' or you not, n***a ain't no "might be"
n***a ain't no fighting me
When it's fifty in this .40 cal
Boys get behind me hit the gas, I ain't slowing down
And I done got so deep up in these streets, it ain't no folding now
See a sucka whip this Glock out and watch me blow 'em down
Bands falling out my pants, she wanna blow me now
Bust a nut and then I cut, we ain't going rounds
Throw a opp up in the wood I guess we blowing loud
Remember I was broke with no bands? b*t*h I blow 'em now

b*t*h keep asking me am I Gucci, b*t*h I might be
b*t*h I'm young and turnt, I spent $200 on this white tee
Boy them diamonds foggy, wouldn't hit against some high beams
What the f**k I spent up on this fit? sh*t like a light three
Why these n***as acting like they? Man never mind
I just hit the b*t*h and kicked her out, I'm like, "Who next in line?"
You want her from the back, or the back? b*t*h what's your preference?
How the f**k them n***as in your playlist? They don't never rhyme
Heard that you be out here cuffing hoes, boy you arresting b*t*hes
And you left a hickey on her neck? She out here necking n***as
Hell naw I can't show up to your club, can't bring my weapon in it
Diss me on a song, you got a day, boy make your best decision
Damn I miss my n***as every day rip the fallen thugs
He start all his beef up on the net, that's what you call a thug?
How the f**k is y'all The Money Team? Y'all boys ain't saw a dub
f**k suckas, b*t*h that's all it is and that's all it was

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