| Nigga, my fit on point, uh
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| Nigga, this whip okay
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| Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
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| Make sure I’m straight on stage
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| I took the backwards route
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| Spent a hundred grand on K’s
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| Still at all out war 'bout gang
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| Fuck nigga, don’t throw no shade, uh
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| I left the season to comeback with a reason
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| I ain’t say it was easy, yeah, ahh
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| I through them beans in, my bro sold out, can’t see me
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| I could’ve left him bleedin', yeah, ahh
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| Whipped out a Birkin bag and took out fifty, that’s all on, yeah
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| Hold on, slatt business, let me check the interest for that corner
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| I got hats pendin', checks for all them youngins, they been on 'em
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| Bitch, it’s rack city, stack on top of stack and they gon' stone him
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| I don’t think these niggas want no smoke, we be all with it
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| I can’t put no ho' before my bro because they all sneaky
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| Out tweakin', late night when we geekin', we stuck on our pivot
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| I grab the mic, you make sure that I’m right just for this crowd see me
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| Nigga, my fit on point, uh
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| Nigga, this whip okay
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| Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
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| Make sure I’m straight on stage
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| I took the backwards route
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| Spent a hundred grand on K’s
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| Still at all out war 'bout gang
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| Fuck nigga, don’t throw no shade, uh
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| I left the season to comeback with a reason
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| I ain’t say it was easy, yeah, ahh
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| I through them beans in, my bro sold out, can’t see me
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| I could’ve left him bleedin', yeah, ahh
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| I just put one up, he shoot, he scores
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| I just need get me a love to keep these hoes right front my door
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| I just took my ho back insides 'til they was gone, nigga, yeah, yeah
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| They gon' hate on us until we gone, that what 10 said
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| I ain’t look at her, not once, just sang my song, nigga
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| Bought her a Rolex, got her a flight back, sent her home, yeah
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| She can’t get her a text back, post my next bitch, turn off the phone, yeah
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| Take out your phone and post my neck, bitch, focus on it, yeah
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| I left the season to comeback with a reason
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| I ain’t say it was easy, yeah, ahh
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| I through them beans in, my bro sold out, can’t see me
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| I could’ve left him bleedin', yeah, ahh |