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Ghosty You don't wanna see my n***as slide Got my young boy tryna take lives That shotgun might put five Same way in the bando tryna make five Tryna clear up by 6 In 7 you can hold this clip Got 8 in his guts, he's p*ssed And the corn from the 9 don't jam don't slip Like how you think I made it work? Sold buds so the gang could work Three phones, can't talk 'bout work And I'm in OT tryna make sh*t work There's bando's baggin' up weight Got a young boy tryna get paid So I told him hold up, be safe And I'll be right back when you sell this yae Money to chase, had enough of the talkin' runs in the morning Pull up on parties and makin' it awkward Bro fell in love with the scorin' VV's they dance, they flawless In a tour bus so you know we ain't tourin' Monеy to make, you know that I'm all in Give her a tеxt, get my number and call it Like you know I'm stylin' Hop in the dingers, my n***as are wildin' Came off of trapping and stacking in fivers Bagging a brick now my runner excited Run up on houses and keeping it lit I guess it's the life that I live Hop in a foreign and drift Hunna your taking the p*ss Swerving in this truck and now she wanna f**k me in this Bentayga Bad b*t*h wanna give it up I know she's real as f**k, I'll see you later Start jugging with no handouts See I took the harder way I swear she turned into a fan now She said 'Mitch I took the hard way' Yo Tell them n***as there hold up Low on figures, tell 'em phone up Straight out the dirt how we rose up Bussdown VVS, all froze up Henny bottles back to back, it all blows up Says their man's a rapper, he knows us Who's dead b*t*hes that own up? Who's dead b*t*hes that own up? These f**k boys, they got no bread Man buss corn, you can hold lead Say no more, ain't no more said They talk trap but only got a coke Z No course sign, come with your own bread Only one guy knows 'bout the progress Make that work stretch, no stress take Out 125 like a moped You don't wanna see my n***as slide Got my young boy tryna take lives That shotgun might put five Same way in the bando tryna make five Tryna clear up by 6 In 7 you can hold this clip Got 8 in his guts, he's p*ssed And the corn from the 9 don't jam don't slip Like how you think I made it work? Sold buds so the gang could work Three phones, can't talk 'bout work And I'm in OT tryna make sh*t work There's bando's baggin' up weight Got a young boy tryna get paid So I told him hold up, be safe And I'll be right back when you sell this yae
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