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I like money but I like to gamble with this shit Blueface hundreds sticking together like siamese twins Dissing on my guys how you get yo candle lit She keep asking for the truth but can't handle it I let Detroit models stuff this shit from time to time And its LAF, told you for the 1000th time I can't listen to yo rhymes cause I know you be lying I know you don't be getting no hoes but I know you be trying I respect it she give me necky and we watching netflix If this shit about a play nigga do not text me My niggas made 200 off that tele Count that shit up put it in a bag bitch we finna leave Came to the poker room with a bag made them niggas leave Fucking bad bitches that you only f*ck in yo dreams If I run off with you shit right now who got stop me Imma cop my mom a white rolls like im moxie Feel like Saint, turn a college girl to a zombie I'm the type to turn yo whole block into a mosh pit Building speed bumps around the hood but that ain't stop shit I got money that's the same age as Joe Biden I'll set this shit on fire just for some excitement When this bag touch down bitch call me prime time She gave me good head I call that bitch nom nom Took her from the suburbs I took her straight to pound town Call her my Glock cause I wanna give her 30 rounds Yea Yea this gun got some bodies on it I got it from my pops Her contact name janitor she give me mop If she can't hold a conversation she getting blocked If you can't hold your own weight you getting dropped At yo bitch crib getting topped in yo flops At yo bitch crib treating yo son like he my pop Treat this nerf gun like that bitch a 45 Widebody fox body treat that shit it's a dark horse Niggas shooting but aint hit shit like it's Star Wars All white air forces when I step into the airport