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What the f**k! Wow, it's no way Wow! sh*t! (Just a lil' Flint n***a, alright, ah) Wow, I got all the hoes sayin' that How do you make 200 grand fast? Now, b*t*h, get here before I beat yo' ass Bow! I slip yo' ass, Wow! Wow Hit him in his head, he didn't even get to say "ouch" Sit a n***a down without a couch What the f**k they got goin' on? Them Flint n***as goin' crazy on every song 300 features in, and I'm still goin' Four pints in and I'm still pourin' That's in one night, n***a, bring ten hoes, and bring one Sprite Petty-ass sippers, I don't drink light Before you throw a shot at me, you better think twice Switch on a Glock that could've gone before I blinked twice Heard yo' daddy was a plug, that must bе nice On the eastsidе, buyin' perc-thirties from Denize How the f**k you shootin' pills out of town And you ain't been to the V twice? Nothin' that I sellin' at a cheap price I f**k all of your hoes, you better be nice On some dumb sh*t I- On some dumb sh*t, I got caught with my heat twice My n***a got a pint of wok, he sellin' his but I'mma keep mine When I got shot I told my mama "I'mma be fine" (This- This-) This weed that I got from A1 Hittin' harder than a n***a on the deepline Life movin', fast forward, wish that I could rewind Went to icebox to drop a Rollie, just to freeze time All my clientele got my number up on speed dial I'm like "take my n***a fit, but that'll be five" Ten b*t*hes, it just me and Ri', that'd a be wild Put a sign on the door that say keep out Damn we got a lot of sh*t to do f**k! We out sh*t, we got the backend, we could be out Twelve years old, I was f**kin' in the treehouse Ain't no, we ain't hit the floor, we just poured a lil' three out My main me go into a duffle bag and pull a E out Walkin' on a cash homemade rug with my feet out Hit a n***a in his artery and watch him bleed out I was blind when I was broke, had no vision, I can see now Drank had my appetite f**ked up, I can't eat now I think I'm finally done with the drank, it been a week now Had to explain every time I talked to her, she was senile A old lady used to sell the Vic's to me for three dollars I get everything for the low, I'mma be honest Four pockets full, I'm Lil Baby, I got deep pockets They try to sh*t-talk like us, I call it rerockin' 'Cause we got straight drop if you think 'bout it They ain't want a dime, but the b*t*h only had three dollars What the f**k I'mma do with that? Chilled with her twice, now this b*t*h gettin' too attached Leave a n***a sh*t on the pavement, this a dookie-strap Rest in peace my n***a, I wish I could bring buddah back I got my strap, I just seen the opps, where the f**k Scooter at? Like I ain't worried 'bout 'em I got b*t*hes breakin' they necks when they see my chain Yeah, they like "who is that?" Just got a twenty ounce Sprite, I put a two in that I'll smoke a n***a if he shoot at me, f**k shootin' back Them pu**y n***as tried to sh*t on me, now I'm poopin' back The mic too close to the interface, where a scooter- Tryna get this water in, n***a drop, you where doo-doo at
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