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Call me if you get lost Feet up in this sand and I'm drinking on this Voss You say I only hit you up whenever I need a favor Whenever you gon' hit me up you asking about some paper But I digress Writing in a book with all my thoughts and all my side quests Hugging on my back at the beaches where my mind sets I don't care about you, I don't care about your friend I don't care about your bitch and she don't claim you as a man I don't think about these weird niggas that follow up a trend Yeah, yeah, he got money Yeah he holding up bands But all that money that you got you can't take to the end I know a nigga that slither round but he say he a friend Put that nigga in a room and he gon' switch like he trans Sit down little boy, I'ma show you a man, huh, and maybe a milli Put red and white on his face, cause that nigga is silly I put the same thing on with a big smile on my face With a knife in my hand and a blick in my case And I look into your eyes and I say why you so serious This nigga getting scared cause all this shit getting mysterious These niggas will say anything just to get up out my face I told her I seen many things, now she wanna take flights, like I don't really know man, haha I don't really know man, for real Like I don't even know man, shit Shit, I don't even know Well, well, well, you met the whistle blower These hours getting scary as the night is getting closer Exposing all your falsehoods, your wrongdoing, your white lies Nigga mad at me cause your hoe came to my side, like, bitch I don't even want her She fucking with the gang like a kicker, she getting punted Take your fake chains and her ugly friends and all y'all get the stepping Don't come around my block cause then it's getting hectic Don't come around my block cause niggas come with switches F*ck you and your flag, nigga, I don't care about your system Man I'm feeling reckless, we pressing this red button dog We going off the checklist Press this red button dog and niggas getting headless God damn man, shit It's like I'm going on a killing spree or some shit man, like Hold on, punch me back in, I'm feeling it Yeah, it's a special moment man, it's 336's finest Can't talk about these other niggas, they left and started hiding MBM on top, can't think of another group, you can talk about that one group, but nah, they fell through Man, let me think If it ain't Zay, Kwan or Eman, then who really popping Shout out, LisTen man, you know his music, keep the party rocking I done made a couple plays, you think we all playing Madden Keep the focus on the green, yeah, I gotta have it Why these niggas selling clothes now, boy this ain't no fucking pageant My wrist, stay on froze, this shit don't talk, yeah it's a paddock Pops hate the way I talk, I can't help it, it's a habit They sleeping on the kid, yeah, you taught me not to have it So pops, now you see I ain't aiming that big chop, yeah, I'ma let that bitch do freely Have a problem, come and see me If not, then walk the walk If you not my girl, don't expect the nigga to talk Unless we talking money, then you know I'll make exceptions All them niggas that hate me, I'll put them all sections From the niggas that ain't gon' do shit, to the niggas that know better He claiming that we bros, but now we got a vendetta Now we got a vendetta Yeah, that shit crazy, like, I bet y'all be listening to me And I'm like, bro, what the f*ck is he saying, like Gotta have like a bachelors or some shit to understand what I'm saying, haha Y'all let me chill, illiterate ass niggas
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