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F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck, F*ck Uh huh F*ck Look Niggas para-social think they know me You is not my homie Heard you cheesed Cause ya hoe be toppin' me like pepperoni Heard you T'd Tired of the verbal do a verb and show me If she leave I still got these bands boy I ain't ever lonely Niggas always GMs in the DM till I really see em Self made man I don't got no big bro I'd really hate to be em Slidin with that fefe and lil Tiffany on my fuckin' neck Promoter gassed like I wont cut my ties if he don't cut my check Tola tellin me that that shit hard and it's still unreleased Had to starve to stack now they got hands out cuz they want a piece Niggas steady bitin' like they bitches told her don't use teeth Run up on eem, make him crap inside his Calvins like Lil Reese I'm yo favourite rapper favourite rapper that's behind the scenes Hoe ain't ever worked a 9-5 but want brand new Celine I can't beef no baddie niggas really get they swag from Shein Talkin' bout we need to work speak for yourself get left on seen Like Why you pressed bout me? Gang boolin in NYC Two bad hoes in the back of the v Still bunk class like f*ck my degree You can try nigga but you ain't me Competition ain't sum I see These f*ck niggas move slimey Ten mill, no perc, if you tryna sign me Crash right back like nigga you stupid (Crash straight back like nigga you stupid) F*ck i look like beefin' over some bitch but I know you did If your marj still live in a council house them racks you makin' useless Nigga really think shit sweet cuz I move intelligent don't confuse it Don't confuse it Yah Don't confuse it Don't confuse it Pussy