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Yea, hold on Yea, hold on Yea, hold on Yea, come on Turn me up a little bit in my mic, so I could hear myself a little bit more Yea, f*ck it, uhh Yea, f*ck it , uhh Yea, f*ck it , uhh, come on They gon' say I'm trippin', I don't give a f*ck My money from skill, the f*ck is some luck ? He flexing' for none and still got bucked And then he got hit, he should've ducked Cap if you want that's really gon' happen he ain't no trapper, he can't even rap, went to his hood, just to get slapped the worst part bout it he can't even scrap That's how these niggas in Texas be posted up flexin Dawg, they livin' so reckless, I know some hitters for real that's doin' the drill Adding niggas to check list Bitch, I'm a ball, just like Sheck Wes I treat hoes the same as pest, I did not fold and handled the test Pussy-ass nigga ain't seen my best Niggas ain't with it I know that they bitches I need to chill on talkin' this shit She lovin' my grill no barbecue pit She suckin' my dick, she finna get hit I ran this shit up, like why would I quit ? I'm snappin' for real, somehow it just click, I made her tap out, I made the bitch quit And all her loyalty, she gon' submit I don't be trustin' these hoes just fuckin' these hoes Like rubbers, I'm bustin' these hoes I just be smokin' on dro With J's in my toes, that's fours not talkin' loco Bitch I go crazy my nigga fasho, Insane for the gain, and love with the dough They lovin' my wave and feelin' the flow really, I know that they wantin' my dough A hoe is a hoe and a bitch is a trick I just let them do it all on my dick Bitch get freaky and sloppy when she be toppin' and still don't leave no spit How you a gangster and leavin' yo blick ?Niggas is wanksters, no 50 cent Pussy-ass nigga get punched in his shit false claimin' the murda' the city, I rep Nigga I ain't playin' with niggas, I'm tired of talkin' Niggas just want them some clout Got enough paper to smoke them like vapor Got his bitch ass stuck up in the clouds My dawgs be makin' me wanna go harder, I'm tryna drop heat Compare me to Carter, Sean or Lil' Wayne, it's all the same Long as I'm in it, it's boostin' my brain All of the pain that I feel been makin' me trill My dawgs been wantin' to kill I'm just been chill to myself while uppin' my wealth and hopin' that y'all get a feel One thing I know is bout' keepin' it real Demons been feelin' like they in the field But I ain't worried for shit, they ass gon' get hit F*ck em', I'm been legit Niggas been hatin' on me and fakin' on me They mad cause of a bitch ? Never a beef bout' a bitch, the f*ck is that shit? That's how you get put in a ditch Worried bout' green, more green than the grinch Gas I'm smokin' fasho leave a stench Bitch, I ain't worried for shit, can't worry bout' shit Dawg, I'm tryna get rich Who is this nigga ? I know what they ask It's funny a nigga had been on y'all ass I'm just been coolin', cuz really, I spaz I'd rather count green, kick back and just laugh It's funny I'm up and stackin' it fast My style fasho gon' make her lose class Only need God and bags of cash, now that I'm here, I'm stayin' to last bitch

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