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Oh (uh), oh
Hello? ([?])
I can't hear you, what'd you say?
(What's up?)
I'm just recording right now, I'ma call you right back (Okay)

They put the racks and they count up in Cali
If she bring it back I ain't doin' the dash
You put up a half so just try to be mad at me
I could survive which was part of the plan
You know I'm ballin' like I'm at the Madame
In front of the haters in front of the fans
She giving me brain like my place an academy
If you need a tape then I need an advance
I been in the trap and the buckets keep calling me
Man I couldn't lie, I might do it again
Wait, you remember them n***as that doubted me?
I'm lookin' right through 'em in Cartier lens
Round of applause and n***as gettin' clapped
I'm thinkin' of ways to get to the bag
If I'm in a race I ain't coming last
If he in my way then he gettin' passed
And she a lil' ho, she f**k for the bag
And cro' on the road, he on your ass
Wrist lookin' like glass
More than a brick, more than a shaft
Breakin' the piece and I'm crushing the pack
Used to wear the same beat everyday in the trap
Used to sell the same bean everyday for bag
On the North of the Jane where we keepin' them straps
Here it goes, I wanna blow
I wanna know what I'm meant to do
He took a L, that how life goes
We gonna win, ain't tryna lose
I'm in the field, I got nothin' to prove
Say he a shooter and he ain't even shoot (Shoot)
You super cap, you ain't tellin' the truth
.223 and FN make a n***a go, "Poof"
Here it goes, I wanna blow
I wanna know what I'm meant to do
He took a L, that how life goes
We gonna win, ain't tryna lose
I'm in the field, I got nothin' to prove
Say he a shooter and he ain't even shoot (Shoot)
You super cap, you ain't tellin' the truth
.223 and FN make a n***a go, "Poof"

Little old me tryna fazce aup cougear
Stuck in the bando, a couple of boosters
I'm sick like Corona, I'm sick like Ebola
In Valentino, I look like a soldier
She a big ?[?], She had to abort
Cro drip for real, not only Foreign
G23 and it lookin' like Jordan, G63 and it pull like a horse
You bother me every time I'm recording
I bought a watch because I can afford it
We'll beat his ass, man, I didn't even smoke him
Don't want no points if it ain't even potent
4th of the pint, huh, pourin' into the night, huh, snorin'
I gave her the pipe and it's reaching her stomach
f**king her throat, told the b*t*h to not vomit
I came from the Drift now iI'm all up in Holly
Little white b*t*h and she poppin' a molly
n***as been rattin' way before Tekashi
Don't want the b*t*h if the b*t*h is too plastic
Movin like Harden, rocket in my pocket
Now I roll me a dab, and I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Might go to Atlanta, I feel like a falcon
Choppers and choppers, and Hellcat charges
Here it goes, I wanna blow
I wanna know what I'm meant to do
He took a L, that how life goes
We gonna win, ain't tryna lose
I'm in the field, I got nothin' to prove
Say he a shooter and he ain't even shoot (Shoot)
You super cap, you ain't tellin' the truth
.223 and FN make a n***a go, "Poof"
Here it goes, I wanna blow
I wanna know what I'm meant to do
He took a L, that how life goes
We gonna win, ain't tryna lose
I'm in the field, I got nothin' to prove
Say he a shooter and he ain't even shoot (Shoot)
You super cap, you ain't tellin' the truth
.223 and FN make a n***a go, "Poof"

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