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Ship cooking up the beat Like he Dre Stacking chips I ain't talking bout lays They lost I ain't talking bout Waze Stay hoeing I told her it's a phase Bitch I be flexing Like I'm in the gym She said I'm mean I don't smile I don't grin Five of my niggas got nines And they brim Ten of my niggas Gone shoot like they Ben aye I get the check wit my niggas You ain't my set we the winners Aye aye Bro need a plate so you dinner Swerving the renty I'm wrecking the fender Roll up the reefer I got a Bieber Said she don't like how I treat her I'm bout to leave her I do not need her Plus I ride round With them demons And they gone shoot for no reason Imagine you give 'em a reason We gotta carry them steamers Keep that thing tucked In the Beamer They know I'm real They could vouch for my gang She call me b gang But eleven my name Tell them boys stay in they lane We got a deal Now they treating us strange Niggas impatient They don't like waiting So they can't get to the dough aye Niggas be bitches Hate on the low Said they be mad if I blow aye These the same niggas That's all in my face Giggling calling me bro aye That shit a dub If you ain't my day one You getting smacked Wit the pole aye Run down on niggas They copping a plea We wasn't talking They free my boy Said she need closure But she need the D I need the car Wit the wings on the b She wanna ride like a train Lay back the seat And she give me the brain I hit that bitch Now she going insane She telling me How I'm playing these games Call bro Cuss he f*ck wit the scandals 30 on me I ain't talking bout Randall Niggas talk Like they trap out the bando Gucci gang On my bitch and her sandals Gucci gang All on my posse yuh These niggas moving So wocky aye Flex on these niggas like rocky aye My niggas Hot like tamales aye My niggas hot like the sun Broski he keep him a gun aye