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Niggas be rapping and shit but I really don't feel em because they be cappin and shit And I been left out the trenches but still go post up like I'm still hustling and shit I know they plotting I can't move the same I'm just accepting what come with this shit And I still move with that bitch on my hip One false move I let it rip Uh I ran my money up and ran up my problems Don't mention my name if it ain't bout a dollar All of my women exotic Whatever I smoke exotic My girl never stress bout a dollar Cause she know one thing If she want money I got it But that's never the problem Ain't shit sweet I know these is Niggas sour I feel like a time bomb Just waiting on my time to blow Ima DJ with this glock Promote songs everywhere I go Niggas fanned out Opps stretched out But say they sliding Niggas capped out Witcho pussy ass I ain't have a gun but still I survived they almost killed me ouu shit Told myself stop moving like this But f*ck him we got two more to get All of these beams it look like laser tag If he play then I'm tagging his whip Get a bag and pop my tags F*ck a stylist I got my drip Two straps on my waist like a diaper and I ride that backseat like ima baby I was just stuck in my head I was going thru phases I'm doing this here for my baby I just came from depression and shit I was losing my mind kept stressing and shit I get fast money it keep coming and shit I'm thumbing and thumbing and shit My money good I ain't do no loan but I still got P P Problems They asked who shot em I don't know nothing everybody masked up like doctors And I heard you got yo shit snatched lil nigga got Debo'ed All your opps alive with yo cap ass so you smoking on prerolls Rawcutt rawcutt who they talking bout steady saying he should be at the top He want a p and it's after hours pay more we ain't closing no shop Aye pat him down for he get in the car you can't go with yo move with a glock You can act like you want meet the woo uh you can get smoked from this pop F*ck it Go pick ya mans up That money you got it ain't enough F*ck it Go get ya bands up Her pussy ain't free she want a fee F*ck it I put some cash up Red tips in this bitch 5.56 I might hop out the whip and go tag sum And say F*ck it My eyes on the mirrors don't put it in park I was focused when I drove a ford I fucked yo bitch and I threw her back you in love keep saying she yours I saved a 100 some for the watch I was tweaking for some Micheal kors Now I put on some Gucci's but really can't choose I might just switch to Diors Whatever I wear it be costing and shit I just be walking and talking my shit I got a mindset on big investments from chilling with bosses and shit My hearing off gotta show me that shit I f*ck from the back no face no case Duckin them people can't gimmie a case Call me G 47 how I did the race Niggas be rapping and shit but I really don't feel em because they be cappin and shit And I been left out the trenches but still go post up like I'm still hustling and shit I know they plotting I can't move the same I'm just accepting what come with this shit And I still move with that bitch on my hip One false move I let it rip gang