| Ooh i’m off the liquor
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| Illin' with the sticka
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| I don’t fuck with that nigga
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| Ahh I’m off the liquor
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| Illin' with the sticka
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| I don’t fuck with that nigga
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| TSB
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| Yo, too much soft youts, not enough savage
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| See my eye bags, I carry nuff baggage
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| I’m still on the roads, I’m a street addict
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| How the hell they broke and they still feed their weed habits?
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| Niggas say they ride if they touch me
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| Got touched and it’s only me on some fuckery
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| Niggas say they love me, they ain’t really loving me
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| Unless you think loving me is seeing me and spudding me
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| Oh yeah, blud I got family out of nowhere
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| 'Cause I’ve been making noise for the whole year
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| And my advice is don’t stare, I beg you don’t dare
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| I’m wid' the yout with no care, I’ll leave man with no hair
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| I’m really from the block
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| I could never pretend, I swear he fucks with the opps?
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| We’ll never be friends
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| You’re round them so much you even smell like them
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| If I grab her by 9, I’ll have her back by 10, AM
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| Bro got nicked for a charge, AM
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| I swear that’s the feds in the car, I hate them
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| I heard they want beef with the squad and say when man pull up and spray skengs,
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| yo
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| I gotta pray before I leave my house
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| I got a lot of fucked niggas tryna take man down
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| They scheme, they browse, you was my bro, my pal
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| We don’t speak but your secrets don’t leave my mouth, haaa
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| I’m with the soul killers, you know the roads are vicious
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| I heard my bro snitchin', and it hurts 'cause I love and miss him
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| They called us broke they were so malicious
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| Mmm, mmm, revenge taste so delicious
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| Why you naked on the gram, yo shawty
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| That ain’t just your puss, that’s everyone’s punani
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| Wife dat gyal, nah, nah, that ain’t me B
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| My gyal wouldn’t even post a pic in bikini
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| Look now, niggas tryna diss me 'cause I’m known
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| You made a vid with my jewels, and you still ain’t blown
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| Keep the drillers in the hood, they’ll turn everyone cabbage
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| All the nerds we can swap them for 21 Savage
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| I’m shopping for a mash, nigga send me all the prices
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| In my 20's and I’ve had a midlife crisis
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| Shot in my back, I never said shit
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| How dare you call me snitch, are you fucking sick?
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| I’m a psycho, that’s sicker
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| I just drink weed and smoke liquor
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| Never trust a nigga, I had no father figure
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| Always my dick and my balls that she lick-ah
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| Then when she went lower than my balls I just shiver
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| Busy on the block man, I never done study
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| You ain’t seen dirt man, you never did muddy
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| In school you was a nerd and now you’re coming back cruddy
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| When I gave the shank to my bro, he brought it back bloody
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| They tried to take me down but I’m deya
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| How dare you think a weapon’s more stronger than prayer
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| I’m more than blessed, I’m more than flex
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| Oi gyal I can’t stay, this ain’t more than sex
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| It is what it is
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| Ain’t showering for weeks 'cause I’m tryna get stinking rich
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| Sometimes you have to sink that ship, like fuck friendships
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| You weren’t real from the start, man you always told fibs, yo
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| Show me you’re loyal and I got you for life
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| Show me betrayal I’ma cut you with knife
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| Mummy don’t cry, everyting’s alright
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| I just bought a new home, everyting’s all white
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| But man are still reckless and ruthless, don’t let me have to prove it
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| I’ma really do something stupid, I’ma hit the target if I shoot it
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| The only thing I miss is J Hus' new music
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| Ooh i’m off the liquor
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| Illin' with the sticka
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| I don’t fuck with that nigga
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| Ahh I’m off the liquor
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| Illin' with the sticka
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| I don’t fuck with that nigga
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| Free J Hus, Free J Hus, J Hus, J Hus, J Hus, J Hus, J Hus, J Hus, J Fucking Hus
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| Miss that nigga man
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| Free Jugga J, DK, Blade, Mikes, DB, all the mandem
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| Stay Lo, Banky, Scammy, Bronson, Menace, JP, Boogie, Nas, S, H, Megz, Dubs,
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| G Bop, Fari, YB, KT, AB, GB, Dirty, Spliff, Rasta, A Rackz, Stillz, GR, TB,
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| Alisade, Jiggy, Face, Shorty, S Dot, Peezy, Aystar, Natty, Poison, Shakes, Roy
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| Shout out my nigga Tuckz, rest in peace Muffin, Crimer, my nigga die hard
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| Hornsey for life, big up all the mandem in the Ville
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| Ooh i’m off the liquor
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| Illin' with the sticka
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| I don’t fuck with that nigga |