| Somebody text Trent, «Hit the Gallery»
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| Help him with the bags, sir, thanks for having me
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| Man, I had to cut her off, I got bitches mad at me
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| And I gotta keep an N, all these niggas gon' laugh at me
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| Fifty on my neck, fifty on my wrist
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| I’m roundin' off, it’s really ninety-six, you little petty bitch
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| Man, that nigga Face cappin', he ain’t really from the 6
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| I’ll slide through minivan, trunk full of (Shh)
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| Lookin' for the right shh, tryna find a mix
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| I don’t really fuck with Webster, rather go to Kith
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| Call my nigga Pucci, I’ma pull up to the Knicks
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| I done got my money right, they can’t tell me shit, ayy
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| Unfuckwitable, baby girl a cannibal
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| I be with the Runtz Gang, gave your bitch an edible
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| Young nigga dream was to get a blow spot
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| Me and Skeddy turned the White into the dopehouse
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| Baby, fuck your man, tell me what your throat 'bout
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| Breakin' down the bag, I’m at lil'- house
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| When I go on tour, I’m bringin' lil' bro out
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| Yeah, Veeze with me, we was workin' both routes
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| Pulled two hundred out a fuckin' ghost town
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| Diamonds dancin', choppers singin', bitch, it’s Motown
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| Young Berry Gordy
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| She done fucked the whole gang, that shit is very horny
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| She just want the clout, when we fuck, she say, «Record me»
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| Hell yeah, I did it, made a sextape
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| OVO, Bape, still ain’t met Drake
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| Fuck all that Tris shit, where the Wock' at?
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| My bitch don’t never buy no sneakers when she shoppin'
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| Come to my trap, got white and black just like a Sox hat
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| My niggas don’t care nothin' 'bout parties, only combat
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| I don’t even want the thirty, give me the standard, I can’t hide that
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| Oh, you wan' duck and hide? |
| I’ma send them boys to where your mom at
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| I just pour a deuce and pop a Perc', I still ain’t high yet
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| Told that skinny bitch my bankroll thicker than where her thigh at
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| Nigga, I don’t play with niggas
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| Nigga, I don’t pay for bitches
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| Nigga, I don’t hang with snitches
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| I’m part of the Navy, nigga
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| My brother crazy, I tell him to, he’ll kill your babysitter
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| I was flat broke, Ray was with me
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| You play with him, you can’t keep livin'
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| My cup too damn expensive
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| You spill that bitch, gotta pay the difference
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| Lil' nigga keep sneak dissin', I’m sendin' Diego to slay your bitches |