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Everyday I wake up, in a different mood
Hold on let me put on my jewels
Let me freshen up real quick
I’m bout to turn my swag on b*t*h
This broke a** hoe can’t brag on sh*t
I’m bragging on my neck and wrist
Know my sh*t shine, know my sh*t glisten
She want Dior, Dior, Dior, Dior, but I’m no Christian
Balenciaga all on me or this Marni on me I just Chanel my vision
This chrome hearts on my wrist got n***as p*ssed
Now his b*t*h missin’
Told you I’ll take your hoe, I’ll f**k your b*t*h
You shoulda listened
You shoulda listened
B*t*h you shoulda listened
Lil b*t*h you shoulda listened
Lil b*t*h you shoulda listened

Cut her off I ain’t miss it, bad hoe still trickin’
I know these lil n***as they apprentice
When a broke n***a try my name now that’s the only thing get me offended
Sh*t we do everyday we be flexin’
Know your bae is not bad as my ex is
If you talking ‘bout money and lessons
Only get to my head if I let it
How much b*t*hes on me? I regret it
When a n***a said f**k it I meant it
Everything cla**ified like it’s Ned’d
And my b*t*hes they bad with no edits
And your b*t*hes they came with no edges
Only talk if the money get sent in
Only talk if the money get sent in
I got this bad a** b*t*h and I put her on timeout call it detention
I’m in a fast a** whip lil boy you can’t even catch you a witness
I only rock the clearest diamonds b*t*h they shine like Christmas
We in this b*t*h getting way too geeked up bruh is you trying to hit this?
I swear I done crossed like every freak hoe off my hit list
I swear I done crossed every opp n***a off my hit list
I ain’t got no time for that, I’m minding my business
Only got some time for racks, I’m minding my business
Said I already hit your thot down here, you shoulda listened
You a b*t*h but you say you the top dawg, that don’t make no sense man
Why you n***as be all on Xbox we play with them sticks man

We play with them sticks, ain’t talkin’ call of duty
He say he with the sh*ts, told that boy to prove it
Got a new text from your b*t*h this hoe just sent some n***s in
Said she wanna suck my d**k, said ok, then flew her in
One thing about these hoes they wanna f**k on the young Carson Ken
Hit your b*t*h she ain’t even know
I ain’t have no clout, ain’t have no money back then
But now I’m rockin’ shows and I’m lit, b*t*h that money in
I’m sh*tting on the n***as that weren’t f**king with me back then
Now I got power by the hour ain’t talkin’ no ratchet
My young n***a tote that banger, he’ll knock you off to get his stain up
Look how the tables turned when I came up
The same money I’m flexin’ can be on your brain bruh
These n***as talk down when they bringing my name up
Just know when I see that lil boy yea it’s up

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