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I got bags with me, bitch, you can't tell me you can't smell it Yeah, we got every number gen, but my brother's still a felon Where I'm at, shit ain't no tellin', I just hope you get this message Ex bitch, want me back She suck it right, gone buy it bag Know KD, got hella profit, pinks and blues, all types of cash You must write ya'll raps on keyboards, when you talk, I just hear caps This shit get hot, we took the truckload, full of bowls, moved out the trap Yeah, I got za, bitch, let's get high, I'm tryna f*ck and come to stare Yeah, she ain't know about KD trippin', now she trickin' on the playa Yeah, I got bitches toppin' bitches, I got hoes, I can't een share Yeah, I got fiends, that's serving fiends I got plays, like, everywhere When I get geeked, I get out my body, might go f*ck a freak Yeah, she super goin, I call my partners up, she f*ck the team But here's the thing, she act like my wife and still can't get no ring I know I'm him, the camera's flashin' in my face when I hit the scene Trpn