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(Stay Flee Get Lizzy) Hello? (Stay Flee Get Lizzy) (I should've said) (I should've said) Please don't take man for simple, take man for dunce Smoke ya like runtz Smoke ya like dust Lettin' off shots My niggas screamin', "Trust!" Rockstar wear, I been post punk I'm lockin' off the dance South side of London, south side of France South side, on a baddy, yeah, she wanna uhh You're tryin' too hard, but you can't be us I'm on the phone to Virgil, new Louis Vuitton I'm on the phone to Matthew, Givenchy and Mia I'm on the phone to Sam Russ, I'm tryna build that up F*ck a gun range, we test it in the park You must've forgot, you must be mixing the Xans Tired ass niggas, you ain't Michelin man DJ Shank, got the disc in my hand I got my whole hood on a different swag I got this psyched-out trip And she tryna drop a tab Hot sticks in the Bentley They think I'm Saddam I'm 'bout to f*ck the whole world up 'cause I can Can't take man for simple, you're dumb, you're mad Please don't take man for simple, take man for dunce Smoke ya like runtz Smoke ya like dust Lettin' off shots My niggas screamin', "Trust!" Rockstar wear, I been post punk Look, I don't smoke no runtz Free up out the can, he got done caught in for lungs Man fresh home, it's done My crodie, my thug Henny with the apple juice Too long 'til I blown on bud Bro step with the five-oh rusty We ain't got no golden guns My Brownin good But I'd rather a golden one Play with bae, ain't the one Mess with bae and get stung Bro only deal with potent We ain't got no shoddy nugs Look, I still think that day How the hell did you not get cut? On the block I'm - 'Cause all them niggas get bun I been talkin' dumb Step on the mic and I'm havin' my fun I been talkin' dumb Step on the mic and I'm havin' my fun (shit) Please don't take man for simple, take man for dunce Smoke ya like runtz Smoke ya like dust Lettin' off shots My niggas screamin', "Trust!" Rockstar wear, I been post punk (Stay Flee Get Lizzy) (Stay Flee Get Lizzy)