| Girl you can’t flex, you know your ex ain’t on my level
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| Yeah
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| He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah)
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| Girl you can’t flex, you know your ex ain’t on my level
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| This shit keep comin', I keep hunnids on my schedule
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| Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel
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| Pockets swole (But I need more)
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| Wrist on froze (But I need more)
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| Copped the Rolls (But I need more)
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| Yeah
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| Who would have ever thought I would be here
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| Sitting and rapping and makin' these millions
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| When I was just posing up all on the block
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| I was trappin' right in front of them buildings
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| My momma said boy you keep stressin' me out
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| Too caught up in these streets, they gon' kill you
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| And she put me right out in the streets
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| When she said I would die, no I ain’t got no feelings
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| Drop the top, no I ain’t got no ceilings
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| I got my Glock when I walk in the building
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| Got a bad bitch and she when I’m coming
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| She know I’m one hundred, she know I’m the realest
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| I get a check, she help me count it up
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| All of these hundreds, yeah we add it up
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| We be just poppin' them tags, yeah
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| I don’t give a fuck what your dad say? |
| haha
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| You was fuckin' all those lames
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| Fuckin' all them lames way before you met me
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| But you know they ain’t better than me
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| They ain’t fuckin' that check up like me
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| Don’t get that pussy wetter than me
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| Yeah, them niggas ain’t flexin' like me
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| I’m the one that invest in your goals
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| Keep it real girl, you already know
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| He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah)
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| Girl you can’t flex, you know your ex ain’t on my level
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| This shit keep comin', I keep hunnids on my schedule
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| Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel
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| Pockets swole (But I need more)
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| Wrist on froze (But I need more)
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| Copped the Rolls (But I need more)
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| Yeah
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| But I need more
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| All these niggas, they hatin' us
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| All of these bitches they hatin' us
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| Bullets see all different flavors
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| Gucci in all diffrent flavors
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| When we be fuckin', I beat that shit down
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| You be screamin' so loud wake your neighbors
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| I hit it good, you say daddy so good
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| I swear I need that right when I’m waking up
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| Get you a bust down, young nigga up now
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| I just my go by that Lambo' (Truck now)
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| All of these bad lil bitches want (Fuck now)
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| We caught an opp outta bounce after (Sun down)
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| Brr, brr, brr I still pull up with the stick
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| My lil bitch she super thick
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| Give me that pussy now she lit
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| I put that ice on her wrist
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| I got her pullin' up in all them foreign
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| Fuck that lil lame nigga he was boring
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| We he had you he didn’t know what he was doing
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| I’m the one that invest in you goals
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| I’m the one put that dick your soul
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| Keep it real girl you already know
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| He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah)
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| Girl you can’t flex, you know your ex ain’t on my level
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| This shit keep comin', I keep hunnids on my schedule
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| Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel
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| Pockets swole (But I need more)
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| Wrist on froze (But I need more)
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| Copped the Rolls (But I need more)
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| Yeah
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| But I need more
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| (He didn’t know what he was doing) |