| Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
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| The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money
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| Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
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| But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
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| While you locked up somebody else shovin' that dick in her stomach
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| I can’t be beefin' bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin' old
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| Knowin' that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
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| They been showin' me that these niggas ain’t real (Ain't real, fuck nigga)
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| Get caught up with that time, they gon' squeal (Gon' squeal)
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| These bitches ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real (Ain't real)
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| Keep playin', your ass fuck 'round and get killed
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| What’s goin' on, bro, I heard you been trippin' (Was trippin')
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| I thought you kept it real from beginnin'
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| Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
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| I can’t believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin'
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| Yeah, you turned cold, I can’t fuck with you
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| It’s like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
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| Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
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| You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
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| And that’s truth, this… ain’t fuckin' with you at all
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| And Lil Baby snapped, but this fuck nigga ain’t my dawg
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| That ain’t my dawg no more
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| That ain’t my dawg (No)
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| That ain’t my dawg no more (Nah)
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| I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
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| What’s goin' on, bro? |
| I thought you was fam (Was fam)
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| And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
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| Got me like, «What the fuck wrong with—»
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| I can’t be fuckin' with none of these niggas
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| 'Cause all of these niggas be actin' like bitches
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| You know that I’m straight out of Indian River
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| I don’t give no fuck about none of these niggas
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| We just tryna run up this mothafuckin' skrilla
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| All of my niggas, they really some killers
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| See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you
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| But then you turned cold on me, nigga what’s up?
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| I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can’t go like that)
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| Can’t believe you switched up like a ho like that
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| Like bruh, I know you ain’t got many hoes like that
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| I would have let you have the bitch
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| I would have let you smash the bitch
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| I don’t give a fuck, nigga (What?)
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| 'Cause you’re still a fuck nigga (What?)
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| And that time you let me hold your pistol
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| You should have bucked, nigga
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| Wait, I should’ve bucked you, nigga
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| But now I’m feelin' like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)
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| And if this chopper ever catch you, it’s hungry
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| It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
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| Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
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| Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin'
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| All of these bitches, they wasn’t even missin' me
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| Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
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| I thought that we were 51−50, but you could never be with us
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| These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy
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| I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
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| What’s goin' on, bro? |
| I thought you was fam (Was fam)
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| And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
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| Got me like, «What the fuck wrong with him?»
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| Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That's funny)
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| Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
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| The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money
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| Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'
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| But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
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| And you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid |