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I took my n***a off the bench because he shoot too much
I took his b*t*h and gave her back because she do too much
(Dj Yung Rel, wassup)
If it's beef my n***as junkies, n***as shoot sh*t up
It's a dress code, all my n***as keep it tucked
(n***a, we major in this motherf**ka' n***a
It's a movement n***a)
Aye
(This sh*t weren't overnight n***a
n***as really stood in them traps)
Yeah, yeah

I, go get the money
I swear it's something bout' them hunnids', I always want em
I feel that feeling in my stomach, I get up on it
I'm playing with a check, but I can't play with my opponents
That n***a don't get no money, then that n***a ain't none like me
All these hunnids', she giving me brain like shawty wanna get her GED
I'm riding with a K, but I got on CC
With a K swerve by, leave a n***a get six feet
Get the f**k up out the field, you don't got on no cleats
Turn a n***a to a meal, watch a young n***a eat

I pour up purple, but my hoe got green cards
My leather soft, but you know I bling hard
I'm at the trap so much, I should start paying rent
I'm riding with that 9, I just hit me a 10
These n***as pillow talking tryna look cool
We gon' put your partner on the damn news
Call my trap Lowes, we just have tools
Call that boy into the office, you don't have school
I took my n***a off the bench because he shoot too much
I took his b*t*h and gave her back because she do too much
If it's beef my n***as junkies, n***as shoot sh*t up
It's a dress code, all my n***as keep it tucked
My n***a supply that bass till' the speaker bust
Put that sweeper to his face, told him eat the dust
She know I'm tweaking off that drank, I got my demon up
If you ain't talking about no bank then don't leave me up

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