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Made my niggas a promise, I told my niggas we gon' be rich forever Lil' boy stop that bappin', SG really gettin' shit together I could care less bout some beef, just want to stack me up some cheddar Spin while it's two degrees outside, my niggas don't give a f*ck bout no weather We spinnin' rain, sleet, and snow, don't give no f*ck, we stay on go He tried to run, get hit with about four not at his legs We tapped that fro, the way we out here scorin' buckets Me and my niggas, coulda went pro, I fucked a lil' hoe to the flow Ask do I love her, I don't know Can't wait till both my wrists don't froze, Ice flash like a camera , bitch, strike you a pose Bitch know what SG tell her, go if you don't like it, bitch, hit the door I'm tryin' to get some fast shit to treat the Jakes and beat the road My shorty bounce out, yeah, you five just like Kentavious Caldwell-Pope And since I started this rappin' shit, felt like I gave my niggas hope I know it all don't come in one day, I gotta have patience This shit be slow, lil' bitch, up on my line She say she want the dick, all in her throat But after that, bitch, we can't chill, get on my face, you gotta go I'm tryin' to get to number one, you broke-ass niggas Y'all my sons, bitch, on my waist, I keep a gun A nigga run up his ass, done you spin up on me Must be dumb, I send a nigga to the sun Pockets heavy, I'm big pun, my neck and wrist that bitch a pond She mad as hell, I don't respond Ain't the type I like, I'm not too fond You broke as hell, get in the jam Your lil' ass can't even pay your bond Come through and put some shit on a poster You would think I was LeBron This shit real life, not call of duty We clap you up, you can't respawn Goodnight