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(Enrgy made this one) On my momma, I just, n***a N***a just got off his a** Flew up out here to really talk some sh*t with these n***as (Frrp) You wanna talk, you can talk hella sh*t (Boat, Boat) On God, look, yeah Come and suck on my jeweler's d**k My doctor almost died, I made my b*t*h go and clean his spit Yeah, on my momma, I need him here He gon' write the scripts 'til he dip to go hang with Kobe Wraith pulled me over, no question, he didn't owe me Damn, this b*t*h just called my name like she really know me Ain't a rap n***a in the world that can say they hold me I just got a S-I-G in the back foldin' I buy SRTs in my sleep, it didn't hurt my pockets I just saw a sealed pint of Act' and it hurt my sockets Real VVS on my b*t*h, ain't no heart lockets I live on the lake, leave the crib and forgot to lock it It's okay, I got cameras there Any my brothers sleepin' upstairs, we got hammers there And my other brother try to close, he got Pamela there Good with the block like Tyson Chandler was there Forty-four, doin' the round Breakin' hearts with a Chrome Hearts sweater on Breakin' charts on house arrest, I ain't left from home Takin' narcs, I'm pourin' codeine in styrofoams I keep a cup of lean on me, don't wanna die alone What the f**k is one pint? I wanna buy a load I got the plug to send them bricks, I'm tryna find Lil Boat Tired of buyin' jewelry and cars, I'm finna buy a goat Sh*t, sixty pointers in my ear I can buy like ten pairs, sh*t, it won't hurt me Told Double my next piece gon' be thirty for thirty Me and Mike takin' blues, goin' thirty for thirty Ain't got no feelings but I told my lil' b*t*h it's gon hurt if you hurt me The funeral home'll prolly run out of dirt if you murk me Start my day off with a six of some Purp and them Perkies If the pastor sold dope I walk in the church with a turkey Gang, gang Rio just put on me a hundred racks, fresh out the bank Two Gs just put on me, pourin' drank right out the pint I got b*t*hes sellin' pu**y, look like Tyra Banks I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts, shootin' basketball just like I'm Drake This sh*t ain't nothin' to my n***as Youngest n***a in my crew, got like six figures I been drippin' since the Trues with the deep st**chin' Every time he think about his bro he reminiscin' Boy, we don't shoot up no houses, we hit n***as Boy, I been sippin' dirty water with my Flint n***as Ayy, cuz', I just made a lot of blues with my Crip n***as Blood, I could never be no bool with no snitch n***as I need a Wockhardt pool so I could swim in it I'm 'bout to fill a f**kin' coupe with like ten b*t*hes We just made a pop pitch black like a ten attrition I been in the back just wrappin' work like I'm big Tiger Just got my d**k sucked by a caucasian Glock hit him from three different ways, he call all angles Walkin' through the set with safeties on, buyin' Palm Angels Lil' b*t*h been chasin' me for years, she got strong ankles SZA, lemme see that watch one time, I need some motivation I was totin' traps and sellin' dope while you was roller skatin' Got a b*t*h pregnant in September, had a COVID baby Crazy thinkin' 'bout the situation, we ain't have no relation Yachty, lemme see that anchor chain, I'm tryna f**k an actress I just placed six thousand in some chains for a f**kin' mattress Shoot your baby K with no aim, I bust it backwards Spice talkin', got the ghetto boys movin' up the ladder Hold on, I ain't done yet I just finished me a lil' b*t*h, Mortal Kombat My daddy caught a body with this Glock, it's a compact Add another body to the count, just take the gun back Keep up, the way that we been goin', we ahead, ahead N***a, just five years ago, I scatter it We was droppin' Act' like droppin' trash in the trash can Ooh, yeah, it was nothin' to it Told her that her pu**y ain't sh*t unless I nut into it I can't really do no extra sh*t, I do enough movin' I would go and buy another brick but ain't enough movin' I heard Flint n***as gettin' love but do too much shootin' You ain't really active like we is, you do too much coolin' Droolin', park my car wherever 'til I move it I'm nasty, fartin', out to eat and don't excuse it Bro, I hate that I can buy whatever now 'cause I abuse Order pint just to pour four-fours just to do it Buyin' jewelry 'cause I put myself on off of music Take my Perc' fast 'cause I'm already high and I might lose it It's a hunnid cash and I can count it out to you to prove it It's amazin', I'm still out here dodgin' dope cases I drive a 2020 Benz, same color as a raisin Louie spit a Perc' 30 wavy and made me take it Three-five, a A1 in the water, had to face it Had my crib slappin' like the car, I guess that's why they raid me When I was sellin' dope I had a couple fiends that stay with me Ten thousand dollars in a day, you can't make a G Two hunnid a gram and I'm stiff, you gotta come to me It's a hustle, ain't no love, my G Got my old and my new b*t*h, they baby daddy can't f**k with me G-R-I-N-DHard, that sh*t stuck with me
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