| They ask me how I’m doing
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| I say gucci
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| Bitch slipped out the two-piece and then we watched a movie
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| I used to wanna die until you killed me
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| Now I can’t feel shit but I’m still breathing
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| Still breathing, wish I could fucking stop
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| Wish I could end my life in a black drop top
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| And if it ain’t about money, then, shut the fuck up
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| And if I had to cut ties, know that you fucked up
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| Get a couple bands and think you balling
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| Gucci fucking dead, I could hear the reaper calling
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| And I thought I had hope 'til I woke up from my dream
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| Bitch I gotta fucking get it, drowning in these money trees
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| Get a couple bands and think you balling
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| Gucci fucking dead, I could hear the reaper calling
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| And I thought I had hope 'til I woke up from my dream
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| Bitch I gotta fucking get it, drowning in these money trees
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| But I’m still, snapping like a Snapchat
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| Please don’t fucking act back
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| Flock up in my napsack
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| I ain’t got friends
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| I got brothers by my side
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| Got the butterfly knife
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| Flip it open then I slice
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| Still breathing, wish I could fucking stop
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| Wish I could end my life in a black drop top
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| And if it ain’t about money, then, shut the fuck up
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| And if I had to cut ties, know that you fucked up
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| Get a couple bands and think you balling
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| Gucci fucking dead, I could hear the reaper calling
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| And I thought I had hope 'til I woke up from my dream
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| Bitch I gotta fucking get it, drowning in these money trees |