| Who you think you foolin'? |
| Not us
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| You better show us some money or somethin'
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| Not in them pics, I know that’s your brothers
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| I know that you broke, if you like it, I love it
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| Count contagious, broke two calculators
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| But I can still solve an equation, you bitches is basic
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| I’m startin' to run out of patience
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| I’m startin' to run out of pages
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| Don’t copy my swag
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| I know I’m drippin' in sauce
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| We know who really a boss
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| My feelings got lost
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| Probably the day I got crossed
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| Or probably the day that I walked
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| Fuck all the talk
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| Bitches on Twitter, get off
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| Pull up and show me you raw
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| Show me your heart
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| Show me you swimmin' with sharks or you gon' be swimmin' with sharks (Bitch)
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| I’m from the Scud, I’m serious (Uh-huh)
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| Who you gon' scud? |
| I’m curious (Who?)
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| You cannot fuck with me period (Uh)
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| I think my shoes on they period (Period)
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| Bitches be quoting my lyrics (My lyrics)
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| Then tryna act like they ain’t hear it, huh
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| My Off is whiter than Britney
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| Like I dropped my shit in some cereal
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| I’m in the crib hearin' spirits
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| No LOL, I’m serious
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| These hoes watch my Twitter
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| When they don’t even watch they own children
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| We don’t show pistols, we carry 'em
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| No, we don’t just tote 'em, we use 'em
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| I told my brothers to bury 'em
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| He smokin' shit like it’s hookah
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| He smokin' shit like it’s Cookie
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| Think a pipe broke in my pussy
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| My shit is so wet, I bought me a TEC 'cause he tryna hide in my bushes
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| Tell the feds keep it pushin'
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| I don’t know nothin', I’m solid
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| You make him come out his pants
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| But I make him come out his pockets
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| I’m tryna run up these commas, they tryna cause a distraction
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| I had to get out the D 'cause I got a plug out in Cali
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| I got a plug out in Dallas, we bomin' back with fours
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| We runnin' through it like Forrest, they tryna kick it, Chuck Norris
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| I’m breakin' bread with the wolves, I’m eatin' supper with lions
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| This where the lawyer get hired, 'cause this where the jeweler retire
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| I had to get me some diamonds, they takin' cover, who shootin'?
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| I spend the guap, Gucci, this shit Emilio Pucci
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| I had to get me some PJs, I did this shit in my PJs
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| In here stretchin', Elay, y’all niggas funny, Deray
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| My location GA, blow out your candles, B-day
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| Get your life erased, tell all your friends, PA
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| Public announcement, wrist like a fountain
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| Bitches be followin', I come around
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| Get 'em a wig, these bitches is clowns
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| Took everything, these bitches is grounded
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| I don’t need friends, just an accountant
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| Money in mountains, look at the counter
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| I gotta pat bitches down like a bouncer
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| I gotta pat niggas down like a, woo
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| Think with your head or give me your head
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| We back to back, but we still ahead
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| We still ahead, that’s facts
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| They tryna beat, that’s wack
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| Drum on the chop, just ask
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| Whoever I’m with, that’s Jas
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| And we from the Scud, I’m serious
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| Who you gon' scud? |
| I’m curious
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| Who you think you foolin'? |
| Not us
|
| You better show us some money or somethin'
|
| Not in them pics, I know that’s your brothers
|
| I know that you broke, if you like it, I love it
|
| Count contagious, broke two calculators
|
| But I can still solve an equation, you bitches is basic
|
| I’m startin' to run out of patience
|
| I’m startin' to run out of pages
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| Don’t copy my swag
|
| I know I’m drippin' in sauce
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| We know who really a boss
|
| My feelings got lost
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| Probably the day I got crossed
|
| Or probably the day that I walked
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| Fuck all the talk
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| Bitches on Twitter, get off
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| Pull up and show me you raw
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| Show me your heart
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| Show me you swimmin' with sharks or you gon' be swimmin' with sharks (Bitch) |