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Yeah, walk in asylum I'm wilding I'm already drunk Yeah, if he not talkin bout money, I don't give a f*ck Yeah, he tried to play with my money, we sendin' it up Yeah, if I'm ever runnin' out of money, then somebody just gettin set up Yeah, if I'm ever runnin' out of money, then I'm robbin' the bank for the loot Yeah, I got three bands on my shoes I got your bitch on my body, that's why I keep callin', her fruit of the loom I gave some bands to my shooter, he wiping your city, I told that boy nuke I put some bands in my wallet and tucked in my shirt and I made it look cool Yeah, ridin', I'm ridin' the coupe Yeah, tearing off the motherfuckin' roof Yeah, tearing off the motherfuckin' ceiling I'm double, homicide scheming Or whatever it take just to get to your boy, I'm goin' away for a reason I just gotta suppress it, I don't make no noise All I do is leave you bleedin', yeah Why would you give me a motherfuckin' reason Why would you give me a reason to run in your crib and take every single thing that you have Why would you give me a reason to go take your bitch And she in this bitch callin' me dad She said she like my songs, she said she liking my raps We can't even get along, everything you do is wack Yeah, I got three bands on my shoes I got your bitch on my body, that's why I keep callin' her fruit of the loom I gave some bands to my shooter, he wiping your city I told that boy nuke I put some bands in my wallet and tucked in my shirt and I made it look cool