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(Drum Addicts)
(Hit-Boy)

Six-speed, hittin' all the points in the backseat
Shot a man down, then I have to hit the backstreet (Bah, bah)
I'm so tired, are you being who I is?
I'm so tired, gonna catch a plane
It's all cool until I f**k it up
Dranked out in my house, I'm on that double cup
I see you slackin' off, you need to slack it up (You slackin' off)
Over there with that b*t*h, know you shacking up

Ice on me, it hits like them Cali clubs (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Re-rock my chicken then I let it flood (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
From my understanding, you're kinda hard to work with
You go there with cheddar, you leave that b*t*h with a broke wrist

Pardon myself or maybe pardon my mind
I be still in the trap, I might just whip up a nine
I might call up lil' shawty and f**k that b*t*h from behind
I know I seen you, woah, 'cause you be watchin' my shine
Escalated, jaded, baby, you crossfaded
This that big boss talk but ain't no way, baby
Some like crack in the 80's, I got my ins and outs (Ayy)
I call my heater, babe (Ayy)
He lay low, shoot your house (House)
Paper, paper cuts on me
Too much money, Schmoney Dance on me
Got your b*t*h, she doin' hunnids on E
Came through, la-di, da-di, blowin' this weed, yeah, ayy

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