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Yeah, I'm sayin' that, uh, uh The hat is on your cunt, uh, uh Bitch, I'm gettin' money, uh, uh, yeah Bitch, I feel like I'm the sickest, but I'm humble Got an open in the lab every day Breezy, turn me up some more Don't really f*ck with these niggas Cause all these niggas act like hoes And I'm on that same shit, free cuz of that road Fuckin' on these mother hoes, car smell like endo Goddamn, close the door, open up in the business, bitch Let a nigga try love, but you can't hide or run from this All these niggas wanna rap, all in my way, they make me sick All these niggas wanna hate, they on my dick without no funds Say I better slow my roll, but they better have they guns Comin' like the hurricane, better evacuate your people Comin' like a hurricane, you gon' have to call FEMA When you see me with this heat, I better run, bitch, you ain't seen him Beat up on the nigga, block, I got them cutters and they legal And I'm too fuckin' hot, I wish I would try to stop In that four, in that top, so sad, none Stoppin' on my top since I was little, wanna f*ck this in the drop See they on the nigga trail, cause they see I'm finna pop We get them bows, we get it gone, bitch, you know it's over Shoppin' if you lookin' for the youngin', better have they money now Bitch, I feel like I'm the sickest, but I'm humble Gotta know, been in the lab every day, breezy, turn me up some more Don't really f*ck with these niggas, cause all these niggas act like hoes And I'm on that same shit free, cause of that road Fuckin' on these mother hoes, car smell like endo Goddamn, close the door, open up in the business, bitch Let a nigga try love, but you can't hide or run from this All these niggas wanna rap, all in my way, they make me sick And if you wanna do a feature, hit me up, it ain't too long I got my foot up on the gas, I'm on they ass, bitch, roll my chrome Back when I was broke and bummed, man, all the hoes, they moved around Now they see me churnin' up, of course, they wanna come around But I ain't with it, all they face, yeah, you can keep it, move around I know a nigga bought my songs, I know they hit me round town But they don't wanna support me, they'd rather see a nigga down All these L's up on my back, I stood tall, it's time to ball And never put trust in my dog, only a few that I can call And when you doin' real bad, you gon' see who really wrong Tom Ticket, gotta get it, I ain't playin', bitch, I'm a dog Tom Ticket, gotta get it, I ain't playin', bitch, I'm a dog Bitch, I feel like I'm the sickest, but I'm humble Gotta know, been in the lab every day Breezy, churn me up some more, don't really f*ck with these niggas Cause all these niggas act like hoes, and I'm on that same shit Free cuz, love that road, fuckin' on these model hoes Car smell like endo, goddamn, close the door, open up in the business, bitch Let a nigga try love, but you can't hide or run from this All these niggas wanna rap, all in my way, they make me sick All these niggas wanna rap, all in my way, they make me sick Bitch, I'm the sickest, I'm a thorn, I'm a fuckin Yeah, stay out my motherfuckin' dick I'm tired as a bitch
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