| I hope you don’t leave me, don’t ever deceive me
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| She wet like a squeegee, I beat it like Wheezy
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| My trap house be scary, she’s tryna get married
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| I’m fly like a fairy, I’m indie like Garrett
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| Catch a play, run an errand, get shot if you starin'
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| Gave racks to my parents and told them to share it
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| I don’t fuck with police, I don’t fuck with no sheriff
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| No one out here, with the squad I be sharing
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| These nosy ass bitches be all in my business
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| My wrist should be quarantined, this shit is sickening
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| No, I’m not broke so I don’t need no fixes
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| Got racks in the safe 'cause I don’t do no trickin'
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| Got plenty artillery, plenty of weapons
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| Got plenty of money and plenty of methods
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| Addicted to swiping, addicted to re-ing up
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| We don’t see down baby, we just be C’ing up
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| Shout out to Longway, these hoes finna eat it up
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| After the show, baby we might be meeting up
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| I can’t go broke, from that shit I done seen enough
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| I’m always hungry, I never can eat enough
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| No matter how hard they tryin' to creep on us
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| No matter what’s going on I ain’t freezing up
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| I hit the Grapes so Biscotti gon' beam me up
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| I got them hands, ain’t nobody gon' beat me up
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| I’m smokin' strong and I never can weaken up
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| Can’t be a pussy, you know I be speakin' up
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| I’m on alert from the niggas who sneakin' up, yeah
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| When she fuck me, she look in my eyes
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| When you lied I was caught by surprise
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| Gotta hustle, ain’t wasting no time
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| Making use, I ain’t wasting my talent
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| I was broke, I was money-ly challened
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| Got some racks now a nigga be balanced
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| These are custom, they ain’t no New Balance
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| I just shipped out a P to an Azi'
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| Like a TV, I don’t want no static
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| Made it this far and ain’t have no backing
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| Rocker lifestyle, I call it the Kraken
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| Fuck a racist, I’ll choke out a cracker
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| Three day fast and I only ate crackers
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| Niggas hatin', it don’t even matter
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| He got shot, all he see is the splatter
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| Ain’t no morals no more, it’s a pattern
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| Hit Gelato, can go up to Saturn
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| All the pain, I get sadder and sadder
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| I just wanna be happy
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| And she want me so badly, she calling me Zaddy
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| She go in the postal and pick up a package
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| Lil' mama so ratchet
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| On her body I’m snackin', can’t help it, it habit
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| She knows I’m a savage
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| She know I’m a shooter, she know that I’m packin'
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| She protected at all costs, she know I won’t fall off
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| And I keep me a sawed off
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| I’ma tear down the mall, dog
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| Got them bags in a U-Haul
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| Put you down now the case never solved
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| Pour some red in the drink, it dissolve
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| Just to show I ain’t bringin' it all
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| Fuck a gang, I’ma shoot at you all
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| I ain’t even gotta make no call
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| I hope you don’t leave me, don’t ever deceive me
|
| She wet like a squeegee, I beat it like Wheezy
|
| My trap house be scary, she’s tryna get married
|
| I’m fly like a fairy, I’m indie like Garrett
|
| Catch a play, run an errand, get shot if you starin'
|
| Gave racks to my parents and told them to share it
|
| I don’t fuck with police, I don’t fuck with no sheriff
|
| No one out here, with the squad I be sharing
|
| These nosy ass bitches be all in my business
|
| My wrist should be quarantined, this shit is sickening
|
| No, I’m not broke so I don’t need no fixes
|
| Got racks in the safe 'cause I don’t do no trickin'
|
| Got plenty artillery, plenty of weapons
|
| Got plenty of money and plenty of methods
|
| Addicted to swiping, addicted to re-ing up
|
| We don’t see down baby, we just be C’ing up
|
| Shout out to Longway, these hoes finna eat it up
|
| After the show, baby we might be meeting up
|
| I can’t go broke, from that shit I done seen enough
|
| I’m always hungry, I never can eat enough
|
| No matter how hard they tryin' to creep on us
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| No matter what’s going on I ain’t freezing up |