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Let the water soak in, I'ma dry it up
My trap phone doin' numbers, please don't f**k with us
I'm off the f**kin' scale so you can't bag me out
I run my side of town while you just run yo' mouth
Talkin' that lip, you a b*t*h
I'ma keep it straight up, I'ma tell it how it is
Never gave a f**k about a b*t*h
'Cause a b*t*h be a b*t*h, I'ma tell it how it is
I'm a down South player with the mobiles
Keanu Reeves in the Matrix, [?]
Always been a god damn player
I roll with the sharks and I swim with the gators

I don't even gotta trap no more
Got my homie holdin' down that bando
I don't even gotta trap no more
Got my homie holdin' down that bando
I don't even gotta trap no more
Got my homie holdin' down that bando
I don't even gotta trap no more
Got my homie holdin' down that bando
I ain't even gotta trap no more (Jugg, jugg)
Still juggin' out the bando
Goonies in the cut, go off like Rambo
Pu**y lil' boy [?], you can't more
Big dope, runnin' up these M's, it got me lurkin'
Few pints, Hi-Tech, go duck, get wet
Few pounds came in, few pounds shipped out
Smartphone flexin', free iPhone textin'
Got a Euro-a** b*t*h, this designer got 'em runnin'
Got the Fendi, got the Louis, got your main thot droolin'
Few grams rolled up and your b*t*h wanna do me
Smokin' on this rat pack, [?]
[?], bet that hoe felt that
Step inside my crib, got Giuseppes on my doormat
Step inside my crib, few pounds by my doormat

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