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Damn, Donny made this Uh, yeah Uh, uh Yeah, uh, yeah Bitch hit my phone on, yeah, uh Bitch said some crazy shit, I sent the three dots Most y'all whole crew be bitches, but we not And when I get lit I'ma make my whole team hot Caught yo ass down bad in 4K, I got the screenshots You ain't really seeing bands, lil' bitch we see lots Y'all got no motion without beef, y'all really need opps Could that be me? Nah All I need's the fucking homies Bro be having Wock now, used to pour the Tussin slowly Turnt before lockdown, popping out with flooded Rollies Bitches talk a lot now, like they really fucking know me Yeah, f*ck You a kid, you a lame You think you fucking special That glock gon' hit you the same Bro asked why I said f*ck him, he was talking shit to my gang Bro wanted a feature off percents, you can't get splits off my name Guarantee you I'ma body you on yo song Honestly I snap on any beat, can't do no wrong Money used to be weak as f*ck, now it's so strong Ask me what makes you a bitch, shit, I could go on Shit I could go on for days but I ain't wasting time You a bitch, don't try to be something else, yeah, just stay in line Chop hit his shirt, made it red like he was tasting wine How the f*ck you think you finna blow up, you hate the grind Why the f*ck you cop the Trackhawk, you hate to slide Why the f*ck you cop designer, you stay inside I know that I'm finna go up, I made my mind You can't make yo own wave so you chasing mine Yeah, yeah, chill out get off my dick You can't drip like me, you can't afford what it cost to drip Ice on my Rollie, flood it out, go and frost my wrist Why the f*ck you talking like you hard, man you soft as shit Yeah you really soft as Charmin, that's crazy We be working everyday, you get nowhere 'cause you lazy If you really need a feature you gon' have to fucking pay me If I tell you how I really feel about you, you gon' hate me Hold on, seventeen bands on my fit bitch Seven seas don't got drip like this bitch Seven feet, stack my money, finna get rich Seven keys, which car, which whip bitch Send his ass up to god, yeah, where heaven be He was talking shit, he irrelevant so I let it be Think you better than me, bitch you must be high off ketamine Popping out with some crazy drip, some shit you never seen At the top it's only me, nobody next to me Bet you I'ma shit on you if you think you ahead of me Yeah, I don't want no handouts, all that little shit is dead to me I don't even got yo number saved, why you texting me Fashion week out in Paris, finna take a jet to see They saying you be snapping, y'all ain't even seen the best of me Said you eating good, I think yo ass eating Pedigree Really you ain't shit, yeah, really you a pest to me Yeah, uh, yeah Bitch hit my phone on, yeah, uh Bitch said some crazy shit, I sent the three dots Most y'all whole crew be bitches, but we not And when I get lit I'ma make my whole team hot Caught yo ass down bad in 4K, I got the screenshots You ain't really seeing bands, lil' bitch we see lots Y'all got no motion without beef, y'all really need opps Could that be me? Nah All I need's the fucking homies Bro be having Wock now, used to pour the Tussin slowly Turnt before lockdown, popping out with flooded Rollies Bitches talk a lot now, like they really fucking know me