| Yeah, it’s like
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| 29 and I’m feelin' old, hey
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| 40 in my mans (My man), 50 in my hand (My hand), bitches, eh
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| Uh, outside your apartment, nigga (Hahahaha)
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| I ain’t no K-Mart shopper, but you’s a target, nigga (Yeah)
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| Young Peggy, I’m heartless, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
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| Too much shit on my mind (Haha)
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| I’mma kill you regardless, nigga (Damn)
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| I ain’t even gon speak on that (Mhm)
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| I ain’t even gon tweet, I’ll rap (Uh-huh)
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| These niggas be snitchin' for nothin' (Uh)
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| I can’t be shit with that (Brrt)
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| I know these industry niggas ain’t never seen no trap (I'm not them)
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| Bitch, I know genuine n****s and they don’t fuckin' rap (Shh)
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| These niggas be built like gorillas, but they can’t fuckin' scrap (Nope)
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| I hate you niggas more than I hate myself, self
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| You fuck niggas touch my body
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| I’m shootin', don’t care if you act
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| Get squad, I’ll handle the MAC
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| Set niggas up like, «Mhm»
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| It’s young Natalie Port
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| That girl’s been right next door
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| You’s a killer yourself, but you got no rapport
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| Heard you be kickin' doors
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| We made 'em kiss the floor, yeah
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| I hate you niggas more than I hate myself |