| Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
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| Hmm
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| Aye
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| Yeah
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| Hmm
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| Aye, yeah I got so many enemies
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| Aye, If I die today, is you gon' remember me, yeah
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| Go and get it or get got, it ain’t sent to me
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| Yeah, I done seen a lot, product of these streets
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| (Yeah yeah yeah yeah ah)
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| I can’t put my trust in you
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| I can’t put my trust in you
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| That Glock come dark skin
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| Caught a case, I was blocked in
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| Street shit, I was locked in
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| Came from them apartments
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| Gotta watch you plottin', cause niggas flodgin'
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| Bullets we dodgin', gotta take precautions
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| What you gon' do when you run out of money?
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| What you gon' do when you can’t serve a junkie?
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| Asked you once, «Do you really love me?»
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| Know you a snake, cause you snaked your cousin
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| I take drugs, prescription, how you love them niggas
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| Durkio tour official, we in a tour with' niggas
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| Them statements got your initials, I can’t get caught with pistols
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| Undercover agents, they were shoppin' with' you
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| I take a lock to get to, I take a lot to get to
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| This shit ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin' me
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| This shit ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin' me
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| This shit ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin' me
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| This shit ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin' me
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| Hunnid' thousand, all hunnids', young nigga been thuggin'
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| I been juggin', not juggin', came straight out the gutter
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| Pussy niggas with money, they get on my fuckin' nerves
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| Leave that bullshit for the birds, in a hotbox, gettin' curved
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| Momma told me, I ain’t learn, had to do that on my own
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| Ridin' with' that fuckin' chrome, this is why I wrote this song
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| I ain’t even write this song, swear this shit straight off the dome
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| Put the chrome to your dome, send ya' pussy nigga home
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| Aye, yeah I got so many enemies
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| Aye, If I die today, is you gon' remember me, yeah
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| Go and get it or get got, it ain’t sent to me
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| Yeah, I done seen a lot, product of these streets
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| (Yeah yeah yeah yeah ah)
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| I can’t put my trust in you
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| I can’t put my trust in you
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| Coffins, get some coffins (Coffins, yeah)
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| I’m tired of hearing all this talkin' (Tired)
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| Chalk in, get the chalk in
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| My dogs gon' bite, they ain’t just barkin' (Yeah)
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| Can’t trust her based of what she would do for a Birkin (Hell nah)
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| She from the hood, her cousin’s jackboys puttin' work in
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| When she met me, tried to tell me she a virgin (Me, cap)
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| Knew she was lyin' as soon as I seen her twerk it (Twerk twerk)
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| Can’t catch the ones from the sky (Work work, yeah)
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| I know that look in her eyes (I know)
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| Since my first milli, I don’t who I can trust dawg (Ye)
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| Feels like lately, all my loose ties gettin' cut off (Ye)
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| Ain’t tryna fuck lately, I’m tellin' bitches fuck off (Yeah)
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| Workin' hard, never dependent on no luck dawg (Yeah)
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| Celebate, the way I never gave a fuck dawg
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| Aye, yeah I got so many enemies
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| Aye, If I die today, is you gon' remember me, yeah
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| Go and get it or get got, it ain’t sent to me
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| Yeah, I done seen a lot, product of these streets
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| (Yeah yeah yeah yeah ah)
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| I can’t put my trust in you
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| I can’t put my trust in you |