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How these niggas still broke in this day in age Oh this your bitch, then why the f*ck she all up in my face Pick up the shells from the scene, not finna leave a trace Expensive pop in my cup, you cannot get a taste We run from crash, blamp whips, and take stolys Never did none, how the f*ck is he a trophy I'm a cold nigga, she like why the f*ck you wanna ghost me I got too many bitches askin' why you never post me The moment you stopped talkin' bout some money when you lost me Young niggas steppin', why these niggas wanna off me Dirty Sprite in my cup, this is not really a coffee Equipped with hot shit for if a nigga wanna cross me Brand on his head, wish I would catch him loafin Strip a nigga down, wish I would catch him boastin I just poured a deuce in my cup, this shit potent Wasn't finna pick my fists up, I got to blowin Made him box the chop some more, cause he was puttin' up a fight Nigga be yourself, why you wanna live my life I ain't FaceTime your bitch, bro, I hit her up on Skype Last nigga tried to run up, and we sent him with the kites How these niggas still broke, in this day in age Oh, this your bitch, then why the f*ck she all up in my face Pick up the shells from the scene, Not finna leave a trace Expensive pop in my cup, you cannot get a taste We run from crash, blamp whips, and take stolys Never did nothin', how the f*ck is he a trophy I'm a cold nigga, she like why the f*ck you wanna ghost I got too many bitches askin' why you never post me I don't even gotta run to the shed, tool on my hip Extra paranoid on the block, eyein any whip Chop hold 50, so I'm knockin' down many men Slidin' in a Striker, so I'm knockin' down many tens Told her that I'm pullin', up with smoove she gotta bring a friend I could ball on niggas' eyes, close like I'm Jeremy Lin Better walk around us with your head up, cause we testin chins Hit a f*ck nigga with the chop, watch his ass descend How these niggas still broke in this day in age Oh this your bitch, then why the f*ck she all up in my face Pick up the shells from the scene, not finna leave a trace Expensive pop in my cup, you cannot get a taste We run from crash, blamp whips, and take stolys Never did none, how the f*ck is he a trophy I'm a cold nigga, she like why the f*ck you wanna ghost me I got too many bitches askin' why you never post me