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Momma told me go and get it I was always on a mission Hanging with a bad bitch No intentions Got it out the muddy Someone always fishin I was sippin bluddy Till it hit the wisdom Could get it however you get it Blue tip, hollow tip came with extensions That shit could follow you until your last wishes The bigger the problem The more it's the tension You want come solve em Get married to swishers The way that i see it 200 the dash and crash it figures The way that i see it 200 the dash and crash it figures The way that i see it 200 the dash and crash it You wanna come see what the gang about We riding the waves no space for clout I'm staying afloat ain't time for droughts I gave you the keys you chose the couch why why why why Would you bring these hoes to my fucking house You know that they searching They searching for clout They jus' being vultures Somebody a mouse Somebody a rat Somebody a spouse I threw you a wave You useless and brave I threw you away I'm fucked up insane Blue pill or the green? Hmmm I take the red please I operate off of the steez Preach that to OG's Your Old bitch, yeah she wanted me I told her this dick ain't free Momma told me go and get it I was always on a mission Hanging with my savages With flawed intentions We was up in Brandywine Just tryna kick it Iced out in a sprinter Could get it however you get it Blue tip, Hollow tip came with extensions That shit could follow you until your last wishes Your OG your mans Get left in a ditch He did it for chains He ready to snitch I'm off of the pills Not married to shit Just staying in motion And hugging my glizzy You stay in your lane while we busy Stay in your lane while we busy Stay in your lane while we busy We staying in motion I'm huggin my glizzy I give you a bill Come out to 150 I gave you some blues You wanna come with me This shit is a coupe It's only my biddie I gave you some sauce Come back when you dripping I gave you the proof You still wouldn't listen I gave you the truth you made the decision And I'm a recluse I'm off of you children The root of all evil Was simply to kill em We couldn't go thru With the way he was living We praise the most high But know we in prison Whatever the deal I know we not living So why do you think That I'm doing this to them I gave em a choice Its Hell Or some Millions I gave you a Million I gave you two million Momma told me go and get it I was always on a mission Hanging with a bad bitch No intentions Got it out the muddy Someone always fishin I was sippin bluddy Till it hit the wisdom Could get it however you get it Blue tip, hollow tip came with extensions That shit could follow you into your last wishes The bigger the problem The more it's the tension You want come solve em Get married to swishers The way that i see it 200 the dash and crash it figures The way that i see it 200 the dash and crash it figures The way that i see it 200 the dash and crash it