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Ian even gon lie like They ain't think I had it in me man Just gotta prove em wrong They gon try to paint the picture like you switched up, when you made it Mm, Yea I'm going my hardest I'm really retarted Don't show up at parties I'm crashing the party Gas stank like I farted I'm shooting like harden Don't ask me for favors Remember you partly Asked for a feature they looking surprised I hopped in the booth and went in on the guys I'm chasing these Ms like M on the side She chocolate oh my I got me a dime I'm harder than ever I gotta endeavor My baby my lever I'm pushing the pedal My girl yea she wetter Got racks like a teller I go to the bank And it's open whenever Ima get cheese as long as it's blue White on the outside but cream in the coupe He talkin that gangsta but won't bust a move She all in my phone he don't got a clue (Haha) I'm racking up digits White diamond like pigeon He didnt have the vision I cooked it like kitchen Now I got the Vision Im taxing them tickets No free for the business Aint doin no dissing Spoke on my name now buddy is fearing me I got the song that'll play for a century They ain't gon do shit but watch me on pillories Fake niggas mad they never was real to me Tell them don't call me back ever (Mm, mm) Don't write me cuz I don't do letters (Mmhm) It's hot but I'm wearing a sweater Heart cold anemic whatever I'm cool but it's back to the basics Hardest out my niggas let's face it She making him beg and he chasin For the streets I knew she could trace it (Damn) Her skin it's the cleanest My bit she the meanest You can't get a hey Or not even a penny I'm on that gelato It's hot just like phoenix He throwing a tantrum He broke and I mean it Shoutout to T.O I went to the P.O And sent him some game not talking bout Chiqo I got on my jewelry it's pulling my neck Tennis no court baguette every check Lied to my face and then asked for a dub Didn't wanna touch me cuz I was a scrub Naw bit you ugly can't get in my tub Dirty ole bit she stay in the club mm Man I'm just talkin on this, mm Put a baguette on my wrist, mm Yea, check dis Don Hop in that Tahoe you know we gon slide White boy shooter he hang out the side They was just talking but now they demise You can't approach me I see them fake eyes Walked out the house I forgot I was home Niggas is dying cuz they wanna bone Nigga went ham I thought he was chicken Talked on the phone ain't doin no dissin Check on my ex she miss my Lil text My bit yea she crazy im playing on set She just want my love im giving her sex My soul I won't sell I come for that neck Got them upset cuz I'm popping like this Niggas is hot like I'm cooking the grits Pay for a pic can't take no more flics They gon be mad cuz I'm popping my shit, Don Cuz I'm popping my shit, mm Cuz I'm hot just like this, mm