| Ayy
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| I don’t do shit but these bitches hate on me
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| These niggas ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee
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| Talkin' hot shit, now you tryna cop a plea
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| Don' let 'em fool you, they don’t even fuck with me
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| I don’t do shit but these bitches hate on me
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| These niggas ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee
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| Talkin' hot shit, now you tryna cop a plea
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| Don' let 'em fool you, they don’t even fuck with me
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| When a bitch ain’t never had shit, she gonna show it off
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| Gotta change his ways 'cause he fuckin' with a boss
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| My whole fit pricey so don’t ask me what it cost
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| And I never loved that nigga, that’s just what he thought
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| I got a lot of shooters so just watch how you move
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| She diss me on the 'net, I’m still playin' it cool
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| My mama say, «Don't talk to a bitch below you»
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| Don’t even got no friends, I really fuck with a few
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| A band off a feature, I’m the shit now
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| She run up on me, it’s a risk now
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| All this gold in my mouth, I got a big smile
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| All this snitching on niggas, you got a big file
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| My grandpa really gone, it got me fucked up |
| His hand on my chain so I feel lucked up
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| If a bitch speak on him, she gon' get touched
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| Ever since he left me, I been feelin' stuck
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| I don’t do shit but these bitches hate on me
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| These niggas ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee
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| Talkin' hot shit, now you tryna cop a plea
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| Don' let 'em fool you, they don’t even fuck with me
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| Now let’s get to these niggas, yeah, these bummy niggas
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| Always snitchin' on theyself, yeah, these dummy niggas
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| Never got no money, pockets funny, nigga
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| But if I call one time, my niggas comin', nigga
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| And these bitches just be fake, I don’t associate
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| Steady talkin' hella shit, she need some Colgate
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| Anything I do, I know she gon' hate
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| And I’m eating 2019 up, grab a plate
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| Bags packed just in case I gotta take a quick flight
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| If your chain so real, why that shit feel so fuckin' light?
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| They say I’ma make it and I really pray that they right
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| 'Cause I can’t rely on my mom and my dad my whole life
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| Just six months ago I graduated for real
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| Just four months ago I started rappin' for real |
| Talk behind my back, you ain’t real for real
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| Can’t wait 'til the day I touch a mil' for real
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| I don’t do shit but these bitches hate on me
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| These niggas ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee
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| Talkin' hot shit, now you tryna cop a plea
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| Don' let 'em fool you, they don’t even fuck with me
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| I don’t do shit but these bitches hate on me
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| These niggas ain’t my type, yeah, they gotta pay a fee
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| Talkin' hot shit, now you tryna cop a plea
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| Don' let 'em fool you, they don’t even fuck with me |