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Put down your flag, you look like a ref Pussy ass nigga, don't step I get it back when I come out the check Blue strip, make a hoe wet Big ass glock, I try hard not to flex 7.62 in your neck, it's on God I ain't beefing with no f*ck niggas I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind Bad shit, dime Hear that Uh, Nine Take down the plug, I'm slime Got all the drugs, I'm supplying It's on God, I'll take your bitch And I won't even say nothing about it F*ck the jakes they behind us Ask us if we got any narcotics And me and my bitch ain't going for none She's stuffing the drugs in her wallet I pull up, stick to the party with a big ass coat So they know I ain't got it Get off the work, then go hit the bank Pull out me a ten, I don't need nobody Hold up, hold up, hold up I don't wanna worry, you know I just got money, finna bust out a watch I can't see the clock I had to cut the lil bitch keep trying to come Leach off a nigga that bitch, she a thot Knew she was green, I knew she a bop I ain't got no opps, this on God Keep sucking a dick, I ain't tell you to stop Pull out the blicky, these niggas don't pop I get geeked, Pop a perc Pop one more, can't feel it Call Bred, what's popping, he billy On 5, we ain't stunting no niggas Money so long shit, touch my ceiling These niggas be broke, I don't get it These niggas be poor, they be trippin They trippin On God Taking your pole if you slippin' Too rich to be internet dissing I had to make me some paper, some type of way I had a whole lot of drugs in my kitchen Flip out the pack and I serve them prescription Whole lot of J's on the block and they sippin What's that smell, bitch Mind your business Hear shots, bitch stop screaming When I talk about that money and shit I be preaching Mike Jackson, bitch, got a beat it Niggas be out here, fake I peep it Looks can be real deceiving Looks can be real deceiving All that paper, bitch, she a freak You know