| If you want it, you got it, you know how I’m rockin'
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| They never could stop it, it’s stuffed in my pocket
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| I got up for the score and they never could block it
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| After the show, I count up in a Masi'
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| Tears fall from the lies, despite
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| Hunnid bands through the time of the night
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| When you left, I ain’t wanna live life
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| Now I’m happy on the in and outside
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| Can you make it better? |
| Trap out like Griselda
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| Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
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| Spin the block, finna stretch 'em
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| Wake the hood up when we wet 'em
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| And it’s all gon' be alright, yeah
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| When that wrong choice take your life, yeah
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| Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print
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| From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door
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| And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it
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| Who don’t know a thing but trap, though
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| Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes
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| The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though
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| Thinkin' I’m slippin', run up and get clapped, ho
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| I put that North on the map, ho (Gang)
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| Turn up on a bitch when I’m gone off a Perc
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| That ho gon' fuck on a fast beat
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| Ben behind me, do the dash, keepin' up in a Vert
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| You get jacked out yo' shit, you can’t text me
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| Pussy nigga throwin' shots, ain’t at me
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| Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me
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| Tough love for a bitch, won’t trap me
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| Pay for the body then I give them the MAC free
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| Got a pound in the car, I’ma smoke on that
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| Left the state for a show and I’m comin' back
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| If he say he want smoke, ain’t no fallin' back
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| Want a bitch for the play, I’ma blow the strap
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| He ain’t usin' his head, put it in his lap
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| He ain’t 'bout it, could tell that he only rap
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| I just put 40 bands inside the trap
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| Every manifestation, I’m callin' rare (Gang)
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| Now can you make it better? |
| Trap out like Griselda
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| Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
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| Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah
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| Hop out, gun flames through the night, yeah
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| You know how I’m rockin', you know that I’m with it
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| You loyal to me, I’ll make sure that you get it
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| If you want it, you got it, you know how I’m rockin'
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| They never could stop it, it’s stuffed in my pocket
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| I go up for the score and they never could block it
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| After the show, I count up in a Masi'
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| Tears fall from the lies, despite
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| Hunnid bands through the time of the night
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| When you left, I ain’t wanna live life
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| Now I’m happy on the in and outside
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| Pick it up, throw it out, watch it come back
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| Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag
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| Count up that money, I run up the sack
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| Boardin' on the jet with a illegal strap
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| The shit that they talk, I could tell you is cap
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| Up off the X and I only took half
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| Stay energized, I fall back from the tabs
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| Put a half in my way, I’ma pay off the staff
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| I feel like it ain’t no bitch I can’t have
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| Saint Laurent boot with the fur like a bear
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| Balenciaga, that Gucci, and Prada
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| I got on all three and I bought several pair
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| When it’s up, what we slidin' in, duckin' from 12
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| Time wise, clockwise, I never fail (No)
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| Ain’t no slackin', we hustlin', we on this for real
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| If we don’t get it, we take it, you know what it is
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| Can you make it better? |
| Trap out like Griselda
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| Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
|
| Can you make it better? |
| Trap out like Griselda
|
| Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
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| Now, can you make it better? |
| Trap out like Griselda
|
| Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah
|
| Spin the block, finna stretch 'em
|
| Wake the hood up when we wet 'em
|
| And it’s all gon' be alright, yeah
|
| When that wrong choice take your life, yeah
|
| Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print (Shh)
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| From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door
|
| And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it
|
| Who don’t know a thing but trap, though
|
| Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes
|
| The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though
|
| Thinkin' I’m slippin', run up and get clapped, ho
|
| I put that North on the map, ho (Gang) |