| It ain’t nothin' to me
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| Young Tom Hardy with the movies
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| Act out smoothly
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| Mickey for the goofies
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| Pokemon with the hoes 'cause I’m choosy
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| Sayin' she a foodie
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| Thinkin' she unique
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| And she always stressin' 'bout UNI
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| Think it’s my duty to go and get faded with my goonies
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| Down shots like brrr Lil Uzi
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| I done had four long nights this week tryna stack my kills my kills my kills
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| Hit up my spot gon' chill every week she give me my bills my bills my bills
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| I spit gold too much might as well make myself some grills some grills some
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| grills
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| Hittin' these goals too much pour some beer to the brim might spill might spill
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| might spill
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| I been out way too long wonder when I’m gon' find the cusp
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| I be with the special kids no way you gon' ride my bus
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| (Dummy)
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| Eyes too sus no trust
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| Talkin' 'bout love you ain’t talkin' 'bout us
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| You be thinkin' you Russ tryna do it yo self
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| I don’t give a fuck fine do yo self
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| Talking that
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| Hunnit bands runnin' man I just wanna get the bag
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| I don’t lag I don’t drag I just do the fuckin' dash
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| I just want fuckin' cash
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| I just wanna fuckin' smash
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| I don’t drop the ball cross lines like a runnin' back
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| Got em all runnin' back
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| I said this before I don’t fuckin' lack
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| Thinkin' this Lotto Max
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| Bitch you stupid as fuck so you thinkin' that
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| Hoe go fill yo cup Alize got her wetter then a slug
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| Tryin' my Jack her face scrunch up
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| Now she coughin' up lookin' back at me like a pug
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| It’s never enough when it comes to the juice
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| Chevy pick up when it comes to my mood
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| I don’t see a thing when it comes to a roof
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| Turn a tight rope to a God damn noose
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| It ain’t nothin' to me
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| Young Tom Hardy with the movies
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| Act out smoothly
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| Mickey for the goofies
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| Pokemon with the hoes 'cause I’m choosy
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| Sayin' she a foodie
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| Thinkin' she unique
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| And she always stressin' bout UNI
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| Think it’s my duty to go and get faded with my goonies
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| Down shots like brrr Lil Uzi
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| I done had four long nights this week tryna stack my kills my kills my kills
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| Hit up my spot gon' chill every week she give me my bills my bills my bills
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| I spit gold too much might as well make myself some grills some grills some
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| grills
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| Hittin these goals too much pour some beer to the brim might spill might spill
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| might spill
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| Lil Uzi how all my friends are dead
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| Only bruddas I don’t need no fuckin' friends
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| And you knowin' I want out my fuckin' head
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| Don’t need no one so I’m shootin' shots like blow
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| Yeah I stay ready
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| Yeah it get messy
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| Yeah it ain’t heavy
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| Chase it like Chevy
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| Tom so petty but nothin' like you
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| Mofuckas judgin' everythin' I do
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| Might say fuck and I’ma get rude
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| I get profit that splits in two
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| When I pop break the locks
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| Do my dance in my Crocs
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| Not no pop, this a Monster
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| Foo foo sauce for yo pasta
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| I got adamantium in my body
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| You got a lot of fake shit around ya
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| I’ma go slide in my socks like a dolly
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| For the last time this ain’t no hobby |