| Yes, this shit is raw, comin' at your door
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| Black and yellow O Dunks Alizé, young Folarin
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| (Su-Summers off) Wha-what?
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| Yeah, I want the smoke with most of these niggas
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| I’m way doper than niggas, I make a ghost of these niggas
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| Nah, I want the smoke with like all of these niggas
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| My slime get you his nickel load den he got to wet ya
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| I’m bicoastal, bipolar, I buy clothes a lot
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| My bi bitches my best friends, we fucking been through a lot
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| I’m ducking your crew never, I’m checking your tour route
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| My niggas’ll bust your bus up until it’s morgue now
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| Some niggas was court seats, now niggas is courtside
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| Same niggas’ll take your head off like they was Lee Corso
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| Mm, damn, the watermelon leaking
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| I’m unconventional 'cause I’m shy, but that loud speaking
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| Yeah, and I’m from a gentrified city
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| Ironic, they cake walk while niggas would pie flip at the
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| Broads tell me to chill, broads with me to fuck
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| You can call me whatever, just put that boss in front
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| Proud, black and I’m rich, and I’m strapped, pull up
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| Don’t call a hater a hater, I say it’s cowardly love
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| In and out of the clubs and I’m out with these hoes
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| In-N-Out with the burger, I’m sure to hit Bossa Nova
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| 'Bout to flex at Katana, Mr. Hefner, but darker
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| All my women are sexy and too articulate for you
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| Texting I miss 'em, I’m horny, fly in and dive in her middle
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| Bite on her kitten, it’s purring, her body weak and important
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| Leak up the sheet, said she oversleep 'cause of me in the morning
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| If she get to geekin', I stop, see a nigga decent but nah
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| And she wanna meet up too much, I tell her I’m vegan, hol' up
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| And I want my guys in the Forbes and I want my females in Lyft
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| And I know my day ones will put it down if my haters pull up
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| Oh, see, that mean I’m crazy, Uchis Kali, what’s up?
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| O.T., that mean my game tight
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| Mm, bucka-bucka, Folarin
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| Take summers off
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| I- I take summers off
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| I take
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| I take summers off 'cause I love winter beef
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| Take
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| I take summers off 'cause I
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| I take- I take
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| I take summers off 'cause I love winter beef
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| Okay, Wale, niggas coming home, we gon' party
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| Northeast, shout out to my dawgs Pat and Big E
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| Proceed, I been going hard 2018
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| They taught I’d stop fighting, it’s Conor and Khabib, I got it
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| Any flow, they done started getting shoes
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| They done started talking trip, I’m drowning in Penny Phoams
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| I just left that complex, should’ve put Canaries on
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| Walk right in that riot like we got it, nigga, there it go
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| 2019 approaching, I’m 'bout to get back flexing
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| Meek, Folarin and Rozay Zion, RJ, Krzyzewski
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| Duke it out and we want the smoke like a hookah house
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| I bet them dudes mount like they coup de grace on the Moon bouncin'
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| Do as I say, not as I do, that is my
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| Real advice for you niggas bitin'
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| On my side sub 45 and oversizings
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| On my side hate 45 and whoever ride with him
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| I am famous and anxiety riddels my damn mind every minute
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| I chill out and forget it by getting high, my nigga
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| No, don’t try a nigga 'cause I ain’t 'bout to forgive 'em
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| You push buttons, eventually push flowers, I meant it
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| A real dawg sleep on me, I still ball
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| I’m feeling like Josh Hart, I’m feeling like Jamal Crawford
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| Silly me fed the media for a second
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| I know they sick, now it’s titled Joe, yo Ebro, wanna check it?
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| (Take summers off) Boy, I dropped three EPs
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| The fiends came back scratching, oh y’all niggas need me ay
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| (I take) Shots from niggas that for living
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| From writers that need jobs, when I react, they get 'em
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| A lil' bag, they get 'em a lil' check
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| I get in my lil' feelings and really just wanna smack
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| A nigga and they retract, retract
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| I’m like nah, you said it, I walk away relaxed
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| They think it’s done but they finished, it’s winter
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| (Take) Nigga, no answer
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| Nigga
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| I take summers off 'cause I
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| I take- I take
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| I take summers off 'cause I love winter beef
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| Woo! |