| We came a long way
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| Too far to turn back
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| No choice but to keep going
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| We ready doe
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| Grrahhh
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| I got bad bitches, every city
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| My niggas livin' lavish but they all gritty
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| We go out and we get it and we split the profit
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| I’m keepin' to myself cause I ain’t with the gossip
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| I’m stickin' to the script, I’m a money getter
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| Wig splitter, weed smoker, I don’t do the liquor
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| But I do the twitter, DM ya big sister
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| Full Metal, don’t hide cause I’m gone getcha
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| Pull up on your block with the drop top
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| Got my haters lookin' salty cause I’m everything they not
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| Got them pretty bitches on me, you still fuckin' with them thots
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| Rollin' up that loud pack, I can’t hear what you talkin' 'bout
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| Tell them niggas come and find me, you know I be duckin' off
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| But if I found out you a snake, then Imma have to cut you off
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| I was in the back seat and I seen you walk it out
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| Boy, don’t come to me with that beef cause we don’t talk it out
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| My hittas will get you
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| The Nina gone kiss you
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| Ya family gone miss you
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| I swerve in the rental, I’m doin' 120, she givin' me temple
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| I’m schoolin' these rappers and trappin' with lyrics
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| You see how I’m snappin'
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| I be wildin' out, I be wildin' out
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| Call a Mariah, Nick Cannon
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| Bad bitches only
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| Big bands on me
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| I’m a 305 nigga
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| Get in line nigga and I promise you will know me
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| The fans want the old me, but fuck it I ain’t change
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| I’m a big dog now and my fans so deranged
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| Stop hating on a nigga
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| While I’m doing my thing
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| Cause this shit don’t stop 'till the fat lady sings
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| Fat blunts over here
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| Shut Up and Vibe
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| Yung Simmie |