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Inaudible)
Drum dummie make the beat and then gone kill it
Oh, oh, oh
(Inaudible)
I came up from nun, I’m rockin designer

Chorus 
Look, I came up from nun, I’m rockin designer, don’t care bout clothes, but that’s just a reminder 
She wanna hoe, but them diamonds gone blind her
I told her I wanna see what’s behind her
I got play all my enemies closer than close cause they can be closer than I think
I told myself I can’t sippin this syrup, they (?) when I drank 
I’m still sippin, they say I’m trippin and if I aim the pole to blow, I ain’t missin 
She still going, think she rollin
Buss it open, buss it open

First verse
Look, I came up from nun, I’m rockin designer, don’t care bout clothes, but that’s just a reminder 
I told her I wanna see what’s behind her
Don’t stand close, cause them diamonds gone blind ya
I gotta play all my enemies closer than close, even closer than my folks, cause some of my enemies might be my folks
I noticed that I gotta watch all my bros
Sometimes, I feel it’s me against the world
That fuckin wit me is (?) and (?)
He started smoking (?) for his girl
The shit niggas do for some (girls, pearls)?
I came up from nun, I’m rockin balciega
A thug tie die, it ain’t on me, it’s in me
A thug tie die, it ain’t on me, it’s in me
Whenever I die ima die with my semen, ha
I keep a gun for protection 
A nigga cross me, then get hit with the weapon
I ain’t with all of that flexin
I’ll kill you wherever you met me
Ion really like texting
Talking money, I won’t read ya message 
The money problem, I ain’t stressin
I told em, the money problem I ain’t stressin

Chorus 
I came up from nun, I’m rockin designer, don’t care bout clothes, but that’s just a reminder 
She wanna hoe, but them diamonds gone blind her
I told her I wanna see what’s behind her
I got play all my enemies closer than close cause they can be closer than I think
I told myself I can’t sippin this syrup, they (?) when I drank 
I’m still sippin, they say I’m trippin and if I aim the pole to blow, I ain’t missin 
She still going, think she rollin
Buss it open, buss it open

Second verse
Think she rollin, she still going 
Buss it open
I say, buss it open
Baby, I can’t focus
I’m so loaded, but I’m still pourin and I’m still smokin
Look, cups for the drank, ain’t worry bout a thang, nigga run up on me playing, ima buss a nigga brain
My youngin screaming gang, gang, OG on the same thang, Ceaser out the window screaming murder with the flame
I spit a whole clip (?) working with some aim
We cut him out the gang, he was working with them lames
My organ donor, she gone give me her brain
(Four bitch, niggas will kill ya like Cain)?
Aye, throw that for young nigga like me, can’t get yo hoe back, cause she wit a nigga like me
Ain’t stoppin for a nigga like me, drop it for a nigga like me
Promise, you don’t wanna fight me
Clutchin shit, bitch I might be
Four shots, in his White-T
Smoking high (?), drinking Hi-C

Chorus
I came up from nun, I’m rockin designer, don’t care bout clothes, but that’s just a reminder 
She wanna hoe, but them diamonds gone blind her
I told her I wanna see what’s behind her
I got play all my enemies closer than close they can be closer than I think
I told myself I can’t sippin this syrup, they (?) when I drank 
I’m still sippin, they say I’m trippin and if I aim the pole to blow, I ain’t missin 
She still going, think she rollin
Buss it open, buss it open

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