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I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello?
This is Mike Laury
Dubba-AA flex

She say she f**k with frauds, rich n***a, stop her from [?] (Oh)
My cousin, he stretch fentanyl, don't wanna rap, still gon' get that backend
Rich hoe attraction, can't fit by trappin'
Waitin' on bro for to tap in
Just for to go get active
(This is the sound)
Dior fashion (Slime), all murder clothin' (Go)
Stepped on sh*t, but stayed crypto, buy another route
Top say “Tote that red flag, come cross here, we devil zone”
Tryna f**k only when she want cash, she the one prolly put the rep on 'em
A**a**ins tryna step on 'em
Pallbearer, put my belt on 'em
Neighbor's son dead on that corner
And they put the blame on my money
These hoes ain't have a year run, bein' rude with me, so I left 'em
Cross me out been had a X on 'em
Made of steel, not even my flesh phony (Nah)

Dirty stick, new fit, walk with that check on me (Check)
I be out all night, b*t*h just complain 'bout Off-White
Real made n***a, don't understand why I walk 'round with that TEC on me (TEC)
N***a talkin' loud all night, they gon' point at me 'cause of my type
If I knew what love was, I wouldn't have asked y'all
Got n***as posted on the curb, that's them fast balls
You can still see the blood on my Air Force 1's
And you can still see the tears sheddin' off my gun
Choosin' sides, you better pick, just like Richard Sherman
You think we aimin' at your legs, we got more guns than an ornament
These fingers for triggers only, and we don't ever do pointin'
My b*t*h from Charlotte, can't diss me, she know I'm flyer than Hornet
All we know is ball, n***as shavin'
It's a drought on real n***as, hate to say it, ayy
Spin the Benz, do a drill, in a damn Mercedes
My screen cracked, I told 'em that, I'm still catchin' cases
Ayy, brand new Glock, new fit, I got no vest on
I stayed up all night, started talkin to them porch lights
She got a n***a, but she still gon' f**k me 'cause I'm rich
Don't let your pride get in the way
Made it from by the gas station

She say she f**k with frauds, rich n***a, stop her from [?] (Oh)
My cousin, he stretch fentanyl, don't wanna rap, still gon' get that backend
(Dubba-AA flex)
Rich hoe attraction, can't fit by trappin'
Waitin' on bro for to tap in
Just for to go get active
Dior fashion (Slime), all murder clothin' (Go)
Stepped on sh*t, but stayed crypto, buy another route
Top say “Tote that red flag, come cross here, we devil zone”
Tryna f**k only when she want cash, she the one prolly put the rep on 'em
A**a**ins tryna step on 'em
Pallbearer, put my belt on 'em
Neighbor's son dead on that corner
And they put the blame on my money
These hoes ain't have a year run, bein' rude with me, so I left 'em
Cross me out been had a X on 'em
Made of steel, not even my flesh phony (Nah)

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