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Let's go, Maaly

Shawty gon' f**k on me 'cause n***a got cash, yeah
Got bags, shawty want a Birkin bag, hold up
I ain't spendin' no cash on no thot
I don't trust these b*t*hes, no plot
Your b*t*h get smoked like an opp
We don't give a f**k 'bout nothin' of these cops
I'ma shoot at a motherf**kin' cop
I'ma shoot 'til the motherf**ker drop
I'ma pour up the motherf**kin' drop
Got hoes on hoes, for days, for sure
I change up these cars, I change up these hoes
I change up my wardrobe, huh
b*t*hes suck me, yeah, huh
I'ma f**k the bands up, uh, yeah
I'ma f**k the Benz truck, uh
Shawty wanna f**k me, yeah
Shawty don't givе a f**k
n***a want smoke for days, yeah
n***a got plays on plays
I'ma put an opp on a plate
I'ma put an opp on a platе, ayy, n***a
I'm the hot n***a in the A, uh
I'm in the streets, okay
I'm on the block, ooh
I want none of these hoes, yeah
Crack, crack, crack, I got crack money
Crack money, yeah, we serve crack money
Crack money, hold up, you a crack junkie, yeah
We got blocks, you can get a block from me
Hold up, hold up, I just hit this b*t*h, she f**kin' up my pants
Balmain jeans, they ain't even come out yet
I just f**ked this b*t*h, yeah, I don't mean no disrespect
Ho gon' get it in, she gotta
Louboutin's bleeding on them, blatt, hold up
I been flexing since a freshman
I got, I got b*t*hes tryna f**k, yeah, uh
White tee, it can get stuck with it
Got a gun, hold up, hold up
You better run, hold up
My slatts shoot for fun, hold up
We want your funds, hold up
Yeah, hold up, rob the money truck, hold up
Yeah, and we aiming at these dubs, hold up, uh
pu**y ass n***a ain't keeping it a hundred
Probably gotta kill that ho
I'm on the block with the stick right now
Probably gotta kill that ho, let's go
I got a stick on me, oh yeah, n***a got a K for sure
n***a got crack money, yeah
I serve junkies, yeah, yeah
You a clout n***a
I pull up with that stick, we kill clout n***as
You don't want that smoke with me, I'm that n***a, hold on
n***as afraid of young Carti 'cause I'm cute
I just hit this b*t*h, she f**ked my Balmain jeans up
We just got this money so we 'bout to f**k the streets up
We don't give no f**k, yeah, my n***as, they stay geeked up
We don't need no hoes, yeah, we keep the heat up, uh, hold up, uh
I want the smoke, get cold
Slime a n***a in the snow, hold up
I'm [?] across the globe (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
I make the b*t*h touch her toes, blatt, uh
I got Bloody with me, I got a sl*tty with me
I got a thotty with me, I got my cousin with me
I got some bricks coming, I got some white hoes
That's cocaine money, I got crack, crack, crack
I got trap money, I serve trap junkies
We got money, homie, we got money, homie
You ain't the only one, you ain't the only one, hold up
You ain't the only one, hold up
Balmain jeans, she f**ked 'em up when I f**ked the b*t*h
Got a b*t*h in the crib waiting on this d**k, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no f**ks 'bout none of these opps
I smoke me a n***a right now, hop in that Wagon, yeah, yeah, yeah
n***a can have it
Young n***a want static
Get hit, get, yeah, get, get, get, get
Young n***a get a [?], yeah
Money on me, young n***a, your b*t*h, she on top, yeah, hold up

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