| Started from nothin', these bitches are buggin'
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| Fuck it, fuck it
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| Fuck it
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| They blowin' my phone like I’m owin' 'em somethin'
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| Fuck it, fuck it
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| Fuck it
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| Started from nothin', these bitches are buggin'
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| They blowin' my phone like I’m owin' 'em somethin'
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| Ain’t own no one shit, this is I can
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| Spent so damn long tryna hustle the brick
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| Ain’t pushin' some dope, I’ve been pushin' some hits
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| If you want problems, got boys with the shits
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| Oh, that’s your bitch, why she sendin' me pictures?
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| She comin' right through just to swallow this-
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| Swallow my drink, tryna be big news
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| Pictures of me, Fox in this bitch
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| No boxin' in, I’m unboxin' myself
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| No dad to raise me, you put me through hell
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| No, I ain’t lazy, been tryna be well
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| But y’all only not careful, my ass on the shelf
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| Backwards as hell, shoot me with bullets
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| You still couldn’t kill up the lies that they felt
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| only been big wrecks
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| But you know that I’m tryna get there
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| You pop off, really be the shits, yeah
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| Have your whole squad lookin' pissed, yeah
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| You really think your bitch been kidnapped
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| She just told me she tryna get her shit smashed
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| Got her back and neck hurt, no whiplash
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| Leavin' my crib lookin' like she mismatched |