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Cartier frames these niggas be lame Putting shit in the game on brah I don't see these niggas Biting the hand that feed you I don't believe these niggas Ducking alphabet boys but I still put that p on these niggas Free the men that was hopping in and out of them cars Stood tall they ain't trip off a little ass sentence That little weak ass hood on you im going spin it Little light ass ten for your life im going send it My hood like a pharmacy We got drank good za og bitch whatever you like This ain't no sleepover bitch you ain't spending the night If your opps ain't dying you ain't bending it right I got faith in my brother he cook up a key right now he ain't going lose no grams I got faith in my smacka do something to me right now brah you going lose your man I'm on the south right now riding round with two pistols None of these niggas going call my bluff Why you keep dragging on niggas? These niggas ain't tough Why you ain't claiming them niggas Them niggas ain't us I know real niggas lock down behind that wall right now they still trying make shit happen I'm the same nigga money don't make me blow your ass up in diors or a pair new balance I just made me enough to bake biscuits for the whole projects I had a hell of a night He look at his pockets he look at his stash he scratching his head like damn I ain't selling it right It's all about the profit Bitch I'm the topic Wearing that fake ass designer tell that little nigga stop it Niggas don't fit in my picture on the men I'm going crop it Can't duck that better stay with a rocket Can't play that block like I use to Feds on my line I think niggas tipping for real Not making a song I'm going send him to hell Can't do shit with me he want to send me to jail My trap do numbers im breaking the scale Shit chess not checkers I ain't takin no l"s How the f*ck do you love me you want me to fail I don't step on no toes I got big clientele Drop buckets get money let's go I catch one of these niggas I'm letting it roll This is a factory glock he playing with ghost Cap ass nigga sound sweet on a post Ready to die bout the pussy he doing the most I see snakes in the grass they be playing me close You ain't with me you against me just letting you know Forty eight fifty I'm throwing up fours Standing on couches bitch bring me some rose I ran up a high ass ticket from posting on the curb and taxing they ass for them lows Don't tell me to chill bitch I'm back in that mode Spanking these niggas for breaking the code Can't tell me shit about the dope game Bitch I'm the dope man been getting money I know what I know Cartier frames these niggas be lame Putting shit in the game on brah I don't see these niggas Biting the hand that feed you I don't believe these niggas Ducking alphabet boys but I still put that p on these niggas Free the men that was hopping in and out of them cars Stood tall they ain't trip off a little ass sentence That little weak ass hood on you im going spin it Little light ass ten for your life im going send it My hood like a pharmacy We got drank good za og bitch whatever you like This ain't no sleepover bitch you ain't spending the night If your opps ain't dying you ain't bending it right I got faith in my brother he cook up a key right now he ain't going lose no grams I got faith in my smacka do something to me right now brah you going lose your man