| I made you niggas, I need credit when it’s due, uh
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| Tryna be like me, need credit when it’s due, uh
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| Pulled up in a coupe, then pulled up with your boo, uh
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| Your baby daddy mad, he broke and got no loot, uh
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| I made you niggas, I need credit when it’s due, uh
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| Tryna be like me, need credit when it’s due, uh
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| Pulled up in a coupe, then pulled up with your boo, uh
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| Your baby daddy mad, he broke and got no loot, uh
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| I made you niggas, I need credit when it’s due, uh
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| Big Wop, big guap, hella loot, uh
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| He an Instagram gangster, he won’t shoot, uh
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| I tried to listen to your shit, your shit was poo, uh
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| They like how I get them rackies and these jeans? |
| Ayy
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| They like, «Why the bitches fiend when you hit the scene?» |
| Ayy
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| They like, «Why you be so fire like you got wings?» |
| Ayy
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| I don’t wanna answer questions, just wan' smoke my weed, ayy
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| I’m Alexander, you’re McQueen, ayy, ayy
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| And my bitch look like a queen, ayy, ayy
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| I count money in my dreams, ayy, ayy
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| It’s still wake up, count green, ayy, ayy
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| Took two doses of them percocets
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| No effects, tell that bitch to give me perkie neck
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| I done made a lot of niggas, where my credit at?
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| But they can never be like Wopster 'cause these niggas wack
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| 'Cause these niggas wack, ayy
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| All the money, gotta stack, uh
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| They gon' turn they back, ayy
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| And I made 'em, where my credit at?
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| I made you niggas, I need credit when it’s due, uh
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| Tryna be like me, need credit when it’s due, uh
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| Pulled up in a coupe, then pulled up with your boo, uh
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| Your baby daddy mad, he broke and got no loot, uh
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| I made you niggas, I need credit when it’s due, uh
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| Tryna be like me, need credit when it’s due, uh
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| Pulled up in a coupe, then pulled up with your boo, uh
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| Your baby daddy mad, he broke and got no loot, uh |