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Uh, yeah Yeah Uh Yeah (El Money chopped this up like chopped cheese) Uh, yeah Girl, I know what you going through Girl, let me talk to you Go 'head, jump yo a** in this 4-O, I can't walk with you I tell you I love you, I mean it, I'm getting caught with you She like "Can I be RXK?" I'm like "HELL NAH!" Too many people lied to me, girl, I got trust issues Slide through like NateNumberEight with two B.B.'s on Unc' and Auntie, you see me on Been through a lot, girl, leave me alone Methhead look like kaleidoscope Sold a whole bunch and a lot of dope Unc' likе, "how the hell you got a Carti?" Drop more songs than Playboi Carti Gothic b*t*h wanna bump Carti Hugh Hеfner playboy with a Carti Want a X7, not a Rari Feel like Shotti when he signed Tekashi They gon' give him more time than Mel Matrix Carti was lonely, I got a bracelet Slap the sh*t outta Watch Bustas See this watch? Yeah, I paid thousands for this Tribulations and trials for this Whole lotta hours for this B*t*h talm 'bout she want a Hellcat Girl, they only got one body style We can four-door, we can two-door We can drop the top in that Audi, girl Should've seen when I bought it That's a whole lotta 50s That's a whole lotta 20s Drac' make his a** Bobby Ricky They thought I had one hit like Hurricane Chris That boy got a hurricane wrist The opps ain't saying sh*t Not the one to play with, b*t*h That 4-O look so pretty Mustache on that b*t*h like [?] Yeah, baby, I'm the one Your brother, what he want? Tell his a** get his gun Call on my phone, I should hang up on you I cannot make sh*t up for you I'mma f**k that b*t*h off a eighth za B*t*h, you ain't even bad for me to mention I'm Pimp C before the pimping Snatch and grab, get missing Cut a n***a off like Chief did SD Move to LA like Chief Keef B*t*h house bigger than Chief Keef's I can go back in my hood, I ain't Chief Keef Pull up in a four-wheeler like Chief Keef Gucci belt, no shirt, like Chief Keef Love no thottie like Chief Keef All the opps wish they could be me Told that b*t*h jump in the air and stay there Leave the house with that sexy [?] it could stay there For real Punch a n***a out like [?] Look like Pop Smoke when he shook the room Punch a n***a clean out his jewels Punch a n***a out in Melrose Stomp his head in with some shelltoes Glock on my hip like it's velcro Trap till the bald head like Doodie Lo B*t*h 17 thinking I'm Doodie Lo Tryna hit me with a case like Doodie Lo Only thing underage is my coke prices Sign a n***a 35 like Doodie Lo N***a damn near 40 call me big bro Put a chain on his neck like Doodie Lo Hunned RXK chains, that's a go I'mma do my hood like King Von did Get a lil RXK chain for the kids No weaving my hair like Lil Durk did No autotune like Lil Durk did 52 bars, not like Lil Durk did Won't sign to Coke Boyz like Lil Durk did Really sold coke, not like Lil Durk did Walked in, b*t*h thought Lil Durk was there Chain hit harder than OTF chains Sh*t look like I looted Icebox Put the Glock on the tripod I been robbing sh*t since Nano iPods Cut a n***a off like SD He can't even get merch or tee Leave his a** in the hood like SD Same lil a** dreads like SD These n***as be moving like SD Tryna rap no songs like SD Boy, your table's trasher than SD's Can't go to yo hood like Chief Keef I'm Chief Keef when he met the Migos Chain off yo neck like FREE THROW! Really sold dope, I'm not Quavo Don't need a co-sign from the hood like Quavo Glock make you dance like Bobby Shmurda Make you dutty whine, do the crybaby Glock make a grown man wind his hips Make him bust a move like Bobby Shmurda did Dance with the AR like Bobby Shmurda I'm really a hot n***a, not Bobby Shmurda Quavo look dumb hanging with Bobby Shmurda He got deodorant stick all on his hair Quavo running 'round with leather pants He tried to slapbox DJ Akademiks I know Coach K told him to chill, he ain't in it They can play 'bout the money 'cause they ain't getting it I'm not 'bout talk to YouTube about it I'm not 'bout talk to Instagram about it I blow the whole DistroKid headquarters up Blow the whole YouTube headquarters up I know Meek Mill wasn't a street n***a He talm 'bout the police still on Screaming out he a boss but never was He hoping that Hov' come pick him up If he front, Rick Ross gon' get him locked up Glock dumber than Ar-Ab I'mma talk hotter than Ar-Ab Tell 'em 'bout all my guns in the stash These n***as move like a Ar-Ab interview Talk too much, what the hell you talking 'bout? I'mma hit my 'Nac and do my boof I don't give a damn if your story was true They like, "Neph, when the hell the merch coming?" B*t*h, I gotta print my own shirts up And I gotta cook my own crack up B*t*h, I gotta stamp my own bags up B*t*h talm 'bout she lonely, b*t*h, me too FREE THROW! Ben Baller not 'bout to ball on you Ben Baller not 'bout to call on you Dogsh*t Records, Ben Baller dog on you You know I ain't taking my shoes off B*t*h, this sh*t cost yo tax money See that car outside? That crack money See the chain on my neck? That rap money This za I'm smoking, opps wish they had I wish they teeth fall off they mouth B*t*h, I feel like [?] When Fetty Wap and Monty first came out When he sat in that Bentley and talked his sh*t That's how I knew that he own that sh*t This chain, b*t*h, I got ownership My watch and car, ownership B*t*h I don't got no deal like Playboi Carti I don't do Google Ads like Playboi Carti Don't need gay sh*t to make me popping My gay fans more gangsta than him Say what the f**k I want out my lip Watch on my wrist like Ben 10 You walking on the tight rope, that's [?] Opps got creases in every f**king shoes Hat, shirt, socks, new How you got that? [?] Beat that pack till black and blue Do it how I do it when I do it What you doing? Hope you know you look stupid I ran off on my last jeweler Fast as I can, NYOOOM Yeah Jump in the bed with my Timbs She like, "Take yo shoes off" B*t*h, I'm tryna sleep She like, "Neph, you rude as hell" Tell me something new B*t*h, I got more friends than E-40 do That Supreme right there, b*t*h, I did too Baby, my heart 'bout to bust like [?] Baby, my heart 'bout to explode I don't give a goddamn about yo toes What are you doing? Go get some money Cozart Keith, sh*t'll get ugly Casanova, this sh*t will get ugly This sh*t will get uglier than Blac Youngsta They like, "Neph, why the hell you name n***as?" B*t*h, 'cause I hate the industry B*t*h, 'cause they ain't give me a grammy B*t*h, the whole world know I got the best song I ain't dropping American TTerroristt till the New Year's over I ain't stopping drinking till b*t*h never over They like, "When the hell American TTerroristt 2 coming?" B*t*h, I will rewrite the Bible and tell you something B*t*h, I'm tryna f**k and make some money off of that B*t*h, I hope my f**king fans buy that sh*t like crack B*t*h, I'mma drop a f**king t-shirt and headband with that B*t*h, I'mma drop a f**king fork and pot with that B*t*h, I'mma drop some merch for the trap B*t*h, I'mma drop a couch I'mma drop a f**king couch I'mma drop a couch for the trap And some curtains F**k you talking 'bout?
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