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Yeah (I miss you) Yeah Yeah Ahh Yeah Yeah Bullets to ya body gone skretch em' G19 kick like Beckham I got number (N)ine on my denim Sipping on Wockhardt I can't feel em' I would send my brother but I think he might kill em' Imma bring in the racks imma stacks to the ceiling We bring in the racks that shit is a killing I run up the racks I run up a million And you ain't with the shits boy you a civilian And you ain't shit boy you a bot I get high, higher than a pilot That bitch yeah she got demolished Gimme the mind the knowledge Im on top flawless Don't waste my time don't stall it I had to put my all in I'm gone ball like Stockton—No i cant cuff the bitch cause I know she hoeing I put some hard work in this shit I know I'm chosen I got this ice up in my cup I can't focus I had your bitch with me she told me don't disclose that I took pull of that Za got me floating And I know these niggas hate cause I'm goated In that beamer i8 I'm just coasting I told you come hold my hand now you ghosting Like where did you go bitch? Im tryna f*ck on the low bitch Like is you slow bitch? Come over here lets go bitch Told that lil to stay out my zone bitch Think I'd be better alone bitch No, I cannot f*ck with this long distance But I want you still, who am I kidding? Bullets to ya body gone skretch em' G19 kick like Beckham I got number (N)ine on my denim Sipping on Wockhardt I can't feel em' I would send my brother but I think he might kill em' Imma bring in the racks imma stacks to the ceiling We bring in the racks that shit is a killing I run up the racks I run up a million And you ain't with the shits boy you a civilian Boy you is a clone, yeah you is a minion Don't they really like to make me the villain Said f*ck all them niggas I don't want to fit In Said f*ck yo emotions & f*ck how you feeling This shit is a lot I don't know how I deal with I get high up out the sky but f*ck it Imma still win They swear that they they solid but they still bend You will never understand the things that go through my brain I just can't stand this bitch I'm going insane I'm swerving in that i8 no I can't keep lanes And she telling me that she love me but I cant feel the same Bitch get away And I'm rocking Hermes I send them bullets flying at ya mans What's so hard to understand? Play with my niggas you dying Touch down in the A, I just had to flying Who I'm jugging today that shit gone be mine man Bullets to ya body gone skretch em' G19 kick like Beckham I got number (N)ine on my denim Sipping on Wockhardt I can't feel em' I would send my brother but I think he might kill em' Imma bring in the racks imma stacks to the ceiling We bring in the racks that shit is a killing I run up the racks I run up a million And you ain't with the shits boy you a civilian