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No gods, you n***as know what we on Got like 50K in jewelry dancin' on me right now, no cap (Mama, Zachary makin' beats again) For real Zo died, I fell back and got my money up (Big dog) Big dog, you lil' n***as ain't never even been twenty up (No cap) b*t*hes know I'm paid and how I carry, so they wanna f**k (They wanna f**k me) She bad, but in her eyes, she wish she was before the tummy tuck (Bad now) I saw a kill, make a ticket on that back block (My dog) Wear so much Gucci, I should probably be the mascot (No cap) I don't f**k with pigs, a f**k if it's a Black cop sh*t, let 'em take the weed, just don't let 'em find my laptops (We goin' fed) I'll nevеr take a loss, that don't look good on me Them bullеts big and bald, I got Suge on me (Yeah, for real) I'll give a b*t*h a dime if she f**k right Bunch of women, n***as wouldn't understand my love life (b*t*hes) I told her come to the mansion and don't be uptight Told Raj, "You ever see an opp, you better up pipe" (Kill him) Would talk to you 'bout pape', but you the broke type You be around them b*t*hes, but they told me you the bro type (You the brother, n***a) I got fifty in jewelry, that's on my dead homies (No cap) Got a dub in the suitcase and got some bread on me (Bread on me) My man said he hit it, but I don't care, homie 'Cause I ain't tryna f**k, come here and put that head on me (Do me up) She spit on the d**k and she be talkin' to it She ain't know what she was doin', I had to walk her through it (Get nasty) These n***as ain't ballin', they make baller music (Ugh) Told her when you f**k me, baby girl, just put your all into it Zo died, I fell back and got my money up (Big dog) Big dog, you lil' n***as ain't never even been twenty up (No cap) b*t*hes know I'm paid and how I carry, so they wanna f**k (They wanna f**k me) She bad, but in her eyes, she wish she was before the tummy tuck Yeah, anything that ain't gang fraud Puttin' tens and twenties on y'all boys like a hate charge Trap n***a, my Atlanta b*t*h thought it was bank fraud Touched a hundred large 'fore I ever had a bank card I'm talkin' hundred-fifty, all blue cheese Raw 'phetamine have a junkie like he grew wings Big shiner, opis in my body, I'm a dope fiend Rich n***a, still all in that dolo lettin' the door swing Mmm, n***as broke, can't show me four G's She lay down when she eat d**k, I call her no knees Trail a fed case to the city, it's on no weed Extraditions only get attention from the police Intuition kick in, I can sense these n***as b*t*hes I was tryna hip him to the play, but he ain't listen I was tryna give him some money, but he was finished He was dissin' on my n***a, now he somewhere with the fishes He a b*t*h there Zo died, I fell back and got my money up (Big dog) Big dog, you lil' n***as ain't never even been twenty up (No cap) b*t*hes know I'm paid and how I carry, so they wanna f**k (They wanna f**k me) She bad, but in her eyes, she wish she was before the tummy tuck (Bad now) Zo died, I fell back and got my money up (Big dog) Big dog, you lil' n***as ain't never even been twenty up (No cap) b*t*hes know I'm paid and how I carry, so they wanna f**k (They wanna f**k me) She bad, but in her eyes, she wish she was before the tummy tuck (Bad now)
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