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313 Mafia
Okay
Yeah
Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this b*t*h hard
Yeah, alright, n***a

I'm gettin' a lot of dollars
I might blow all the pink fifties on the walkiana
(Yeah, alright, alright, yeah)
This b*t*h squeal like a pig, make the Glock holler
Watch out, I'm finna ball on this n***a, we is not partners
Diamonds poppin', make yo' eyes pop right out the socket
I just brought another bowl of weed, this is not the socket
f**kin' five-thousand for a verse, I'm tryna stuff the pockets
I can't keep this to myself, I think they know I got it
I been out here since a jit, ain't who the hood adopted
Can't keep my hands up off my safe, I'm doin' too good to lock it (No)
I can't smoke no forty-eighth, I'm doin' too good to cop it
I know I shouldn't even be out hеre, but I'm to good to stop it
I know ain't no timers in my hood but I'm so good, I'm clockin'
If I need you like you need mе, you know we good, I'm poppin'
I wake up and chasin' daily, become too good-
I wake up and chase the daily, it's been too good to stop it
They think it's easy gettin' up to the moon
Like we done caught a rocket
I keep this b*t*h ready all the time, see I ain't gotta c*ck it

Ha, I'm finna-
Ay, yeah, alright
Okay, yeah, alright
Ah-
Ah!
Finna call somebody to-
Ay

Have somebody beat yo' AT ass, I'm finna call my mama
Have somebody beat yo' sister ass, I'm finna call Shelina
Have my cousin beat yo' cousin up, I'm finna call lil' Ronda
Black n***a in a president, true, they think I'm Obama
I make eigh-
Yeah, f**k!
I make eighty beat yo' ass, I'm finna call lil' Mondo
This ain't a six piece, sword, I hit him with the combo
I just dropped a nine when I was in Boston, b*t*h I feel like Rondo
n***a said he livin' in a mansion, got a small-ass condo
n***a said he got a bentley truck, he got a Honda Civic
I wanna f**k you then I'm leavin', can't waste time with b*t*hes
Leave a b*t*h-
Damn, b*t*h
b*t*h why you so damn close, b*t*h, back back, b*t*h
b*t*h back back, you too close to me
How the f**k you ain't got ten dollars, you too broke to me
Why the f**k you keep callin' my phone, what you want from me?
How the f**k you owe me some bread, what you loan from me?
Damn, I'm stuck in the lean coma, can you pour for me?
Put a green light on yo' head, can you go for me?
Put a green light, beam green on yo' head, knock yo'-
Ah, knock yo' face off
Wild wild west, I'm in the street, havin' a face off
n***a said he was a superhero, knock yo' cape off
Phil just walked in, designer drippin' bape sauce (Bah!)
Why the f**k this n***a run the first shot, why you take off?
Gotta come to me for the ingredients, b*t*h, I make sauce
Clac' went wrong in the middle of the meetin' with the migos
While I taze off
Bad b*t*h got cornona, why, b*t*h you?-
Yeah
Around me, b*t*h, you can't cough
I make my n***a break yo' face to where you can't talk
I shoot a n***a in his legs, now he can't walk
I shoot the camera off yo' cart, now you can't park
(Damn, you talkin' 'bout-)
(You talkin' 'bout like the camera, like on the back of the car)
(Like when you tryna bag in? And you can't-)
Alright, alright
Ah!

Yessir!
This bag can really get you springs, like a trampoline
I can afford what I do, therefore, I'm not a fiend
Just had this white boy pull my car
Pulled in, looked like Charlie Sheen
She keep reachin' for a pillow, she not tryna scream (Skrt)
Walk right up on yo' window, sprayin' two machines
Told her bring that coochie over here, long as it's rental clean
Be too high off the lean, I might forget and leave
These chains get me noticed everywhere, they ain't forgettin' me
My chance was thin as hell, don't cross me, I wouldn't dare it
My haitian boys 'ill chop you up right here, they now how I don't care
Thirty-thousand for a thirty-six, it cost a Cartier
(Yeah, n***a, alright)
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this b*t*h hard)

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