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(Oooh, Sav killed it)
I don't even know what I'm finna say on this one
Hmmm, hey
Okay
Hey, yeah, alright
Okay, I think I'm feelin' this one
Alright
Okay, yeah

Damn, I'm a smoove dude
B*t*h lookin' for me, she can't find me, need Blue's Clues
I'ma f**k you good, then I'ma leave, I gotta shoot moves
Okay, alright
B*t*h tried to play me, I was broke, now I got some money
I ain't picked up my phone in days, they say I'm actin' funny
Got a goal in twenty-seven days, I'm tryna stack a hundred
You the type that's muggin' in the club, probably mad for nothin'

Sh*t, this lil money somethin', I never had nothin'
I just made eighty-seven hundred just last Sunday
This n***a pockets really f**ked up, he got sad money
They got you out here doin' petty crimes, you a crash dummy
You can't really trust these n***as, cause they half a hundred
Where I come from, every gun hold thirty somethin'
You don't even own you a car, and you thirty somethin'
Glock 27 with a .30, got him hurdle jumpin'
Yeah, okay, you mad for nothin'
Got a beater on under my shirt, but the tag a hundred
Eighty for the eighty by itself, but the bag a hundred
I be hitin' every b*t*h raw, got the mags for nothin'
He took your chain, and your ****, you got a mac for nothin'
Money on me now, let me flex, I'm crackin' somethin'
If I can get the surgery done right, I'll pack her stomach
N***a see our sh*t goin' up, I say we had it comin'

Damn
Always stressin' 'bout some petty sh*t, boy you mad for nothin'
Hoodie on, .40 in my sleeve through my jacket bussin'
When I come through, they step back, like Shaq was comin'
Break the gla**, I'ma throw the oop, like Shaq was dunkin'
You do not got no fiends, your trap not jumpin'
I can't send you my location, if you not f**kin'

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