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(After)
After it’s said 'n' done (Laughter)
(Laughter)
I'll be dead 'n' gone

Oh my god, oh my god (I'll be dead 'n' gone)
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up (I'll be dead 'n' gone)
It’s the Coke Boy n***a with the A$AP Mob (When it's said 'n' done)
Oh my god, oh my god

I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh? (Why?)
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?
Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t f**k with the flow I got
n***as tryna flak like the clothes I rock (Hah)
Pretty motherf**ker just stole my thot (Hah)
Oh my god, oh my god
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it's a stick up, stick up

I'ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh?
My god, oh my god
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now

Took a little time off I'm back up on my grind
Mind on the money, but the money on my mind
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the b*t*hes
chucked my shirt 'cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Paid for the crib, put the cane with the fridges
(Paid for the crib, put the cane with the fridges)

(After)
After it’s said 'n' done (Laughter)
(Laughter)
I'll be dead 'n' gone

I heard them boys callin' up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain't in the Forbes huh?
Love my b*t*h, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the b*t*h, oh my, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god

Heard them n***as jacket like the boy huh?
Said he into fashion like the boy huh?
But she love me like the ozone
She f**ked me with my custy, rusty cornrows
I f**ked the b*t*h with my robone
Jiggy n***a, f**ked the b*t*h with all my gold on
But you the type of n***a to get stole on
You either go hard or you go home

(After)
After it’s said 'n' done (Laughter)
(Laughter)
I'll be dead 'n' gone

So much diamonds on, you think I stole 'em, hah (Stole 'em, hah)
Weed, coke, pills, you know I sold 'em, hah (Huh)
I run the streets holdin' a staff, now watch you hold it hah
Just school all y'all n***as as the older guy
Get back in the kitchen, b*t*h, you 'posed to fry
And the way I'm out her killin' sh*t, you 'posed to die
I know you out here tryna save face, you 'posed to lie
The poster child, b*t*h, you paced to post the guy
How you get merked? Mine was [?] to cry
You used to be a little angel, you was 'posed to fly
I fed him thirty bricks, you tried to hold a pie
you cannot win, I know 'posed to try
I grew to learn you was a funny guy
I keeps me a shipment of coke, I got a boat's supply
Floatin' on winnin' while you dopes are high
Top of the world to be floatin' in a lonely sky

Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit it with my robe on
I couldn't ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin' raw white, California Rolls
We talkin' top down, California hoes
We talkin' small sandals, got her on her toes
I don't ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I'm the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I'm gone, do you smell aroma?
Drinkin', smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I'ma buy the whole lot
Your pu**y wet, don't lie
Oh my, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god

Oh my god, oh my god (I'll be dead 'n' gone)
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up (I'll be dead 'n' gone)
It’s the Coke Boy n***a with the A$AP Mob (When it's said 'n' done)
Oh my god, oh my god

She love when I hit it with my robe on
She love when I hit it with my gold on
Poppin' pills, drink, get your roll on
They don't love you 'til you're dead and gone
Montana

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