| Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
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| I ain’t fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
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| I don’t like talkin' 'bout shit that we did
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| A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed
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| Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill
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| Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain’t real
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| If he don’t sniff this, then his ass can’t smell
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| Who can move a thou'? |
| Lil' bruh, I can’t tell
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| I’ll put this bitch on whoever, free Dirt
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| 'Fore you fuck Cheese, bitch, fuck me first
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| Pull up in the slee, eight cups full of syrup
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| Real mud brothers, bitch, shout out Lil Stirrup
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| Used to have that two-five chrome with the pearl
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| Ever since Drew died, big four-five
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| Glock ten milli' throw a six-four blind
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| That bitch, yeah, that bitch mine
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| Phone won’t ring 'less it’s six-one-five
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| Probably want beans, shit, he probably want tan
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| Hope you want lean, I’ma show 'em how to dance
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| Even if he want Gotti, I’ma send a lil' bands
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| Wanted for a body, might as well keep goin'
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| This week, I’m trappin', spent last week tourin'
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| Corner house slappin', pink Runtz transformin'
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| Used to be a killer, well, now he informin'
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| Bitch, you a rat, rat
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| Probably told on Reek, probably told on App
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| All my hoes on fleek, you’d tell by they bags
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| He ain’t with me, how you know he had a mask?
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| Bitch, I’m in my bag, better ask your nigga
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| Them pics he be likin', them the hoes I’m hittin'
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| Big 4s, I’m him, all winter, black Timbs
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| Can’t show a nigga shit but how to run up M’s
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| Nigga, thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
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| I ain’t fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
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| I don’t like talkin' 'bout shit that we did
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| A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed
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| Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill
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| Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain’t real
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| If he don’t sniff this, then his ass can’t smell
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| Who can move a thou'? |
| Lil' bruh, I can’t tell
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| Bitch, you a rat (Ho), rat (Ho)
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| Probably told on me, probably told on App
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| Parole hold on Dirt, spend whatever to get him back
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| Like twelve in the dirt y’all ain’t never gettin' back
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| Crack a seal on the purp', name a nigga sellin' that
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| He ain’t fuckin' with me, bitch, tell a ho to tell him that
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| Me and my niggas get it done, get it done
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| Want the keys to my heart? |
| Show a bitch who ain’t a bum
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| Want the keys to the car? |
| Cop a bag and get a run
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| I survive in the slums
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| Mini Draco, AK with the drum (Bitch)
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| All blue digits, might just wear 'em for a month
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| Freaky lil' bitch, she gon' suck it 'til I cum
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| I ain’t tippin' shit, rather spend it on my son
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| I blew off thirty on somebody just for fun
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| If they ain’t really have to squeeze, what they doin' with us?
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| Knowin' he not whackin', bitch, quit tellin' me it’s up
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| Ayy, niggas be cappin', niggas be bitches
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| Niggas be rappin', really, niggas be finished
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| Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
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| I ain’t fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
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| I don’t like talkin' 'bout shit that we did
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| A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed
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| Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, we take drill |