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Don D Man (Ay Don this beat dumb) Uh sun drop, whip that He can't get his bitch back (uh, uh) Track hawk, sit back, came up off a zip pack Murder in his eyes so he Not someone to look at Point of havin' a father for forgiveness And when that baby boy get grown Gotta teach him the family business You don't know nun bout' That mind yo business Last one to leave the trap First one to make a entrance Focused on these bitches Now these digit's must be kiddin' (kiddin') tried to be at California kitchen Trapped in this trap we ain't Closin' uh uh uh give me one mo' summer C4 boutta blow, I was ganging with Osama Grady known for trauma So that's what they had took foe Cashapp the Grim Reaper Lurkin' in a trench coat I bench press like one thousand Pounds then I went broke And now who can you call on When you need it? (hello) And the help you said that you Sent me I received that Bitch, I be wearin' P down to deal boots And I ain' got no deal, uh So far let's see C4 fell hard, but she said she fell too, ay It was money over bitches well before I had ran into you Ay, I got a couple shootas I might send them through Find his block and spin it Too, sense his toes Find his door and split it too Rule number one with these bitches I can neva choose And I'm sick of countin' money But ain't no Thera-Flu (ain't no Thera-Flu) Ay, Money mmm Money ain't no Thera-Flu C4 count that money but ain't no Thera-Flu Ay, ay these niggas always swear That they ahead of you Ay Don this beat dumb c4c4c4