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I need a whip that'll give me some drift Got me an M16 on standby Hit a few shots when I'm hitting that driveby I need a bigger supply of the gyal that are hoes We argue she giving me nothing but silence It's killing her Next thing we smashing like mario bros Now brother we turn up the stove My contraband bigger My bank account bigger You pulling your trigger But it's just a photo Call me the rock cah I'm always on promo Levels they pay me to pick up the phone They never believed man has always been solo Never gon stop till I earn me a mobo Always on look out some niggas are bolo Sniffing the packs that I open like momo Leaning back when I walk in like I'm ghetto I'm in the zone got domain expansion You show me your service a wannabe hansen Declining the offer we don't accept sanctions I ball in the clutch like my name is Paxson I need a hella supply of Gucci I'm hitting it raw when I dive in that coochie Swimming in it like I'm Ian Thorpe Turned my voice deep like my name is corpse She like how I talk This ting wanna stalk Stepping out hop out in my J4s I got like four This henny I poured Bad b wanna do madness lock jaw Rosary swaying she like how I wear it got four Rocking it repping my shit for the lord I never switch up I see man switching chords They say Daniel's greedy he always wants more Some rappers making me sick to my core Duplicate tracks everyday make me bored She don't know what man has got in the store Never try sit at my table, the door Never participate when I'm your opp I'll mop the floor with you Spinning the block with my drop top coupe Always gon show out I never went stu Never try test me nigga I shoot Got bands in the safe nigga bulletproof I take out the chete you give me the loot And I don't give a shit I got something to prove And I don't give a shit in my way just move All of the shit that I say is true She ask where I am fam I ain't got a clue And I'm breathing the loons highest one in the room And I'm stuck to the floor when I'm waved like glue Say who you are fam I don't know who Saying you're better you must be new That nigga has always been fake fam I knew Coming to me when you're feeling blue But I leave it on read while I'm making this green Leaving the scene when I finish top three Doing this shit til 2093 no yeat Spitting on beats so the fam can eat Caught up now you can never be me Watch your attempt I do nothing but crease Murder on the beat yeah it's nothing but greeze Nothing but greeze I'm better than all you niggas fam Dun know