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Yeah
Wheezy outta here

The dash, it's digi', the schedule busy
My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie
Life is amazin', it is what it should be
Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie
I tell her, "Look up" 'cause it's snowin' in Tootsie's
Booked for three years, man, you can't even book me
It's me and Lil Baby, this sh*t goin' crazy
Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me
And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes
Young Money Records, the Army, thе Navy
They ran me ten thousand, I thrеw it like Brady
The foreign is yellow like Tracee and K.D
I trusted my n***as, they never betrayed me
Met all these n***as, they sweeter than Sadie
When I started out, I just took what they gave me
Did all the favors, they never repaid me
It worked in my favor, 'cause nobody saved me

Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate

Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you
Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu
I got 'em waitin' and watchin' what he gon' do
Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves
25 hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes
The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you
Lawyer been chargin', he a Jewish like he voodoo
Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you
I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do
I'm gettin' money like I'm from the '80s
Me and Drake 'bout to drop, man, this sh*t gon' go crazy
They know I'm the truth, comin' straight from the basement
I'm straight as the street, man I come from the pavement
A million, all hundreds, it make 'em 'go crazy
Wah-wah-wah, b*t*h, I'm the baby

Slappin' on the pu**y like a battle axe, uh
Got a bigger ass than a Cadillac, uh
n***as bout to drip, they got cataract
f**ked a baby momma on a muhf**kin' yoga mat, uh
Hunnid phone, hunnid phone, backpack
Laughing at these n***as like I'm muhf**kin' Flapjack, uh
I don't f**king gamble, f**k blackjack
School of rockin' n***as like I'm muhf**kin' Jack Black
n***as askin' where I get my drip at
Told a n***a throw a backpack, n***a, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a f**k n***a "Hush that", uh

Phone text, told her I want to f**k her in Chanel
Still f**k b*t*hes like to do they own hair
According to the bank I had a real good year
Two-fifty for the set, that's a foreign in my ear
Cold ass n***a, I can sell you a hit
You n***as do fraud, y'all ain't never sold sh*t
Ain’t have to go to jail to get a buzz, little b*t*h
All y’all n***as like to do is ride d**k
All white on like Tony Montana
Been had a b*t*h like Hannah Montana
Black and Decker boys, we just hop out and drill
Drip runnin' over, we just hop out and spill

Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals
I f**ked that b*t*h in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her
I f**ked that b*t*h now I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me you get spin like a twister
Told you before I don't f**k with these n***as
I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger
Imma go get 'em, she on my d**k hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger
I tell her "go figure"
She shove through the Tommy's, I'm talkin Hilfiger
Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger
That b*t*h a gun
Run up on me, I got heat like the sun
Count up to 2 cause I am not the 1, uh
Better locked up, Akon
All my other n***as they gone

Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate

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