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I run it up, got a big ass bankroll
I ain't no yes man, hell nah I can't go
Ben Franklin my best friend, that's what I bank on

I get me a back-end, I get me a front-end
Oo I push a barbradum
Heard your lil b*tch wanna lay low
She sucking my di*k on her tippie-toes
Huh but wait, I got that cake in the make
You run up, get shot in your face
Huh I feel..Ha..good today

b*tch I feel good today
I bust me a jug today
I wish you would today
b*tch we gon slide through your hood today
We gon spin off
My shooter do what I say so, if I send em at you then it's case closed

f*ck your lil b*tch, she a a-hole
I get the money then I lay low
Pull up to your party with a Draco
I can not f*ck with no fake hoe
Most of these n*ggas be copying my wave
Oo that sh*t just be old
Oo put coke in your nose
I f*ck your lil b*tch and she gotta go
Huh yea that Glock on me
Huh I'm never lackin homie
Huh oo turn a n*gga to a bacon, matter fact turn to bologna
Huh yeah cook him
I got the money you a rookie
Huh, what? I'm in LA b*tch I'm smokin on Cookie
f*ck your lil b*tch in her mouth
She want the di*k in her mouth
Oo I get the money, I'm gone, huh and I'm from South-...
-Side of Chicago, huh oo, you know how that go
Everybody got them .30s and .50s and Glocks, Ha, .30s with extendos
b*tch, yeah, ha, say
Everybody got them Glocks and extendos
I used to can't get a window
Wait now I don't do it no more
Oo I get the money everyday b*tch I'm sellin out shows
OhManGoddman!
Know what I'm talkin bout? Sellin out shows I ain't even gon lie to you
I can't lie to you, Dexter!
Let's go, let's go, let's go
b*tch!

b*tch we outside with them Glocks and them sticks
n*gga run up and get shot in his sh*t
These diamonds on me, b*tch, I walk like a lick
But don't think it's a go, you try me and get hit
And your b*tch in my section, she trynna get lit
I don't like Smith &amp; Wesson, I don't like how it kick
When I pour up the red, take me on a trip
You gon get shot in your head, not socked in your lip
This n*gga mad, he throwin a fit
I got a bag out your hoe, now I'm over it
We takin phones at the door so she ain't postin sh*t
n*gga don't want no smoke he just posin and sh*t
Diamonds on me lookin frozen and sh*t
I spend in a day what you spend on your rent
Drop your location you know you will get spit on
You diss on occasions, you not with the sh*t

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