| Be easy, I’m too greasy, you too cute
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| I will shoot through that suit, through them vapes (?), through those drapes
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| At night, well alright, we fuckin'
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| Who him? |
| He’s nothin'
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| Y’all got kids? |
| They straight
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| He want you back? |
| Too late
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| I’m hood but I’m grown
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| You can stay broke on your own
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| Got houses, no loans
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| Vacation spots, no phones
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| Just my guns and my ones
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| PS4, the Xbox is my son’s
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| Just some weed and some brown
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| I was broke as a kid but right now nigga I’m ballin'
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| Keep it goin' Daisy (?)
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| I’m ballin'
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| Wooooo
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| I had bapes, I backed up
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| I was hot in the streets, I racked up
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| We met Puff, I plaqued up
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| I got famous like, «bitch back up!»
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| I’m too cold, check the pulse
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| Ask about me, any beat, never froze
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| My niggas major, look at the shows
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| All that bitch talk, where your hoes?
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| You say you fresh, where ya clothes?
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| I heard you trappin' and rattin', who knows?
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| I stay far, I don’t get close
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| When I see you, just 'what's up,' that’s the most
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| Bad energy, you can keep it
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| And that money you want to borrow? |
| That’s our secret
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| Just some weed and some brown
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| I was broke as a kid but right now, nigga, I’m ballin' (nigga I’m ballin') |