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B*t*h ain’t gon’ check me, can’t finesse me, can’t dress me, just sext me
Don’t be runnin' up when we be out in public, I ain’t with all that, just text me
All the young n***as lay you down for nothing, catch a murder route to impress me
I don’t take that much, gotta push a b***on, I’ll have ‘em slidin’ on you for the next week
Remember momma said not go outside, it’s a homicide on the next street
Don’t nobody care when I’m thugged out, they’ll rather see a n***a six feet
Dropped the number low and showin’ love now, "Why you do that, Jairmy?” ‘Cause the bricks cheap
I can peep game, see the b*t*h sh*t
I can peep game, n***as ain’t street

I ain’t switch sh*t, I’m the same me
I wanna make the money and it make me
I just hit a lick for some big sh*t
Made another go and cop a AP
I just hit her with the same gang I hit her friend with, and both gon' ate me
Rocking everything named brand, I just spent a band on a Louis plain T
Came in the game, I wasn’t playing, I was robbing, serving n***as on the same street
I been having racks since back then, helped me understand how a n***a made me
Built a empire with my hands, helped me understand what a n***a gave me
Really road runnin' for them bands, penitentiary chance, I ain’t let it phase me
Probably shoot a stylist in the head, lately, I been trippin’ on ‘em, goin’ crazy
Before anything, I’m a man, I’ma catch a murder 'fore a n***a play with me
I was wildin’ 'fore I hit the can, granny sheddin’ tears ‘cause she couldn’t save me
I went back, now she can’t tame me
Good pu**y, it ain’t gon’ change me
B*t*h ain’t gon’ check me, can’t finesse me, can’t dress me, just sext me
Don’t be runnin' up when we be out in public, I ain’t with all that, just text me
All the young n***as lay you down for nothing, catch a murder route to impress me
I don’t take that much, gotta push a b***on, I’ll have ‘em slidin’ on you for the next week
Remember momma said not go outside, it’s a homicide on the next street
Don’t nobody care when I’m thugged out, they’ll rather see a n***a six feet
Dropped the number low and showin’ love now, "Why you do that, Jairmy?” ‘Cause the bricks cheap
I can peep game, see the b*t*h sh*t (Yeah)
I can peep game, n***as ain’t street (Yeah, yeah, ooh)

Tell the n***a, "Blick some' hit some'", bet a n***a don’t play with Keed (Blick some', hit some')
Yeah, you know we took a n***a right down (Right down), yeah, we drop him for the packs of lean (That's on big slime)
Rick Owens, Gucci socks, ripped jeans (Rick Owens), yeah, I mix it with the Celine (Pour)
Yeah, you know the trap spot bing, yeah n***a dreaming ‘bout a hunnid million (Do-do)
N***as be acting like hoes
N***a ain’t playin' with us, we give ‘em a show (Get 'em)
Yeah, I call Lil Jairmy, I need drank, lean, and some O's (My bro)
We take ‘em down, we want it goin’ up, so we don’t care how it goes (Woo)
Nah, the b*t*h can’t dress me (Yeah)
A b*t*h named Candy undressed me (Little boy)
Your main b*t*h trynna caress me (Caress)
Sh*t, I give her a sight to see
Yeah, that ho, she know I’m a dog (Yeah), yeah, she trynna fetch me (I'm with the-)
Yeah, know I want Cartier (Cart), I went and bussed down a buffet (Yeah)
I’m rocking Palm Angels, I’m feeling Godly (God)
I only cheat with my side piece (Ayy)
Yeah
B*t*h ain’t gon’ check me, can’t finesse me, can’t dress me, just sext me
Don’t be runnin' up when we be out in public, I ain’t with all that, just text me
All the young n***as lay you down for nothing, catch a murder route to impress me
I don’t take that much, gotta push a b***on, I’ll have ‘em slidin’ on you for the next week
Remember momma said not go outside, it’s a homicide on the next street
Don’t nobody care when I’m thugged out, they’ll rather see a n***a six feet
Dropped the number low and showin’ love now, "Why you do that, Jairmy?” ‘Cause the bricks cheap
I can peep game, see the b*t*h sh*t
I can peep game, n***as ain’t street (Street)

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