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I bring the beef (yeah)
No GMOS
I’m cooking these n***as
And that’s how it goes
Smokin exotic
You smoking them mids
Bachelor pad
N***a that’s how I live
If she not f**kin
Don’t come to my crib
N***as is b*t*hes
It is what it is

Yeah  it is what is
I said what I said
I stay in my lane
But I stick to my bread

If you act crazy
Then I go insane
Look at the time
I’m going dame
Yeah ice in my veins
I feel like russel
Rip NIPSEY
But that’s how I hustle
Coming up broke hoes never showed me love
Now everywhere I go b*t*hes fiending
For a hug
I Moved a lil weight
Yeah I used to be the plug
Depend on what you want from shoes
To some drugs(yeah)
Tryna chase a bag
It’s a few of you
We can kick it at my crib
Like we used to do
Don’t waste my time
Or I’m through wit you
All these blue faces
That I’m thumbin through

Tryna chase a bag
It’s a few of you
We can kick it at my crib
Like we used to do
Don’t waste my time
Or I’m through wit you
All these blue faces
That I’m thumbin through

You a stain
Yo n***as on dirt (yeah)
Sellin mids but calling it purp (yeah)
I know that hurt
Yo girl is a flirt (yeah)
You clock in
Then I give her that work (yeah)
You move weight I'll give you those props(yeah)
But Always dry when I come to shop (yeah)
You claim you ball cause you touched that rock(yeah)
But wouldn't make the cavs like they was ankle socks(yeah)

But anyway just back to the bread
Imma young n***a
Just tryna get  ahead (yeah)
Laughing to the bank
Like N***a I’m dead (yeah)
Money talks
Idc what you said(yeah)
What you say?
Couldn’t really hear you
With this money in the way
If you ain’t talking money f**k out my face
Money comin in (yeah)
Money on the way out
You can keep the snacks
I need a b*t*h that look like takeout
Posted in the cut with my n***as like a stakeout
If you bring the beef my n***a know this a steakhouse

Bad b*t*h
Chauffeur whippin the Benz
Ray bans (by the lens)
Tryna get you and yo friends
Cause we both know how this night should end
Not saying you a sl*t
Tryna get you in the cut
Get out my feelings and into some guts
50 shades of love
Cause I know you like it rough(baby)

Tryna chase a bag
It’s a few of you
We can kick it at my crib
Like we used to do
Don’t waste my time
Or I’m through wit you
All these blue faces
That I’m thumbin through

We can kick it at my crib
If you want to, I’m on it
Ridin on my squash
Late night til the mornin
Need you alone
Drop yo friends off  at Te’ spot(king te’)
Yo friends said they faithful
Te’ said they not(nah)
Shorty soakin wet
Breath hot while she yawnin (splash)
360 in that thang
6’6 b*t*h I’m ballin
Stay off my phone girl
Buggin you is too hot
Yo last dude was clingy
Baby I’m not

But her neck strong
So I call her throat King Kong
Thought we slept alone
Woke up, and I seen 3 thongs
Her friend went to Te’
But her fine cousins came along
Had me some orange juice
Baby, I’m gone

Tryna chase a bag
It’s a few of you
We can kick it at my crib
Like we used to do
Don’t waste my time
Or I’m through wit you
All these blue faces

That I’m thumbin through
Tryna chase a bag
It’s a few of you
We can kick it at my crib
Like we used to do
Don’t waste my time
Or I’m through wit you
All these blue faces
That I’m thumbin through

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