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on the beat
Lil b*t*h, lil b*t*h
Ayy, look

Put that on the gang imma ride for my brothers
Don't care if they wrong or they right (Gang, gang)
Don't f**k with these new n***as, stay with a few n***as just as some helpful advice
These goofy lil n***as be selling they soul for a couple of likes
These goofy lil n***as they gon' break the code
Once they offer him life (B*t*h)
You put in that work and you got caught and you told, so you lost all your stripes
Take a stab in the back by a n***a you trust
That hurt you way more than a knife
These goofy lil n***as don't grind for a purpose
They just want a new pair of Mikes
Shout out to the hustlers they handle the business
Stay posted up like Dwight
When I was sixteen, I start toting them thangs
I was done playing nice
Every time I pop out had the pole on my side
I think I forgot how to fight
Ain't ballin' my fists up, throw good like a pitcher just get out the way or get striked
You used to catch me outside all the time but now I nowhere in sight
If you looking for me, b*t*h
I'm somewhere lowkey countin' money and smoking on chronic
Ain't sh*t on my mind but them hunnids
Just think about hustlin' and making a profit
Ain't no point in talking if you is not family or gang and them bands ain't the topic
My chain shine so bright get that b*t*h in a daze
I think that my diamonds hypnotic
Ride on my d**k she gon' bounce like hydraulics
I beat that sh*t up like I'm boxing
Suck 'til I bust, she gon' lick up that nut, make her take in these kids like adoption
Now I walk past her like I never knew her
I can't settle down 'cause I'm poppin'
Can't make her my wife, she gon' f**k up my life when it come to a business my logic
You savin' these hoes you a sucker hero
I think you belong in the comics
I feel like James Harden don't shoot with the left just got my Guwap off them rockets
I don't got the pole, you get woe knock 'em out with a combo and go in his pockets
Opps ain't get money, them n***as too bummy
They just should quit it and stop it
N***as be b*t*hes but they talk like the wit' it
I find that sh*t kinda ironic
You woof on the 'book
I'ma slide with them crooks, make a n***a take off like he Sonic
Can't no squad go at it with us 'cause we gon' f**k 'em up when we startin' no stopin'
Come dressed in all black like I'm gothic
I be with the killers, stay with the pole like a stripper
My n***as demonic
You know I'm not missing when I get to the blickin' a pole with the heat like I'm Dragic
I don't got to shoot, got a**a**ins to pay
I just give 'em a price and they c*ck it (And they c*ck it)
Put a band on your head like Ben Wallace (Ben Wallace)
I hand 'em a list and they go on a spree but them lil n***as ain't going shopping (Boom, boom, boom)
If we on yo a** then prepare for that casket
Keeping yo life ain't an option
Time to start slumpin', adrenaline pumping and you can get hit just for watching (B*t*h)
.45 get to knockin'
Weeks later I'm cool like it's Betty be watchin'
CPDK for the jakes, I can't f**k with the pigs like I am Islamic
And that's on my momma
I ain't for the BS, I ain't for the drama
For the days I was broke, I'm just tryna get on my glow and f**k up some commas (Flex)
Be a young n***a running this sh*t like the president
I'm tryna feel like Obama
Ralph Lauren everything
Double G everything
Keep on Louis and Prada
You know I be flee then a b*t*h, kill a scene "Yeah, I'm guilty, I'm sorry yo honor"
Ayy
Lil b*t*h
Yeah I'm guilty I'm sorry yo honor
Aha

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