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Surrounded by these fakes so who runnin' this
Boy get out my face with that buddy shit
Nine up on my waist
Thud it's thunderin'
Ain't I say before?
It is what it is
I want a rari slidin' and fuck up the party
Internet money got his bitch off the molly
I took a break and I'm back and I'm lookin' around
Seem like everyone salty
Showin' they fickle, they faulty
I need a ring in this bitch
Yeah I'm feelin' like Audi
I keep one hand on my weapon
Walkin' around like a lick so you know how I'm steppin'
Don't need security
Cappin' to all of these bitches so you are not puttin' no fear in me
Doin' my thing on the stage
Cuz I really don't think they hearin' me
They keep my shit off the internet
Cuz I ain't puttin' no cure in me
Yall really startin' to worry me
Smokin' that space pack
I got it from Mercury
My mind is startin' to murder me
Yall really beef on the internet
I'm the one stackin' who gettin' that
That shit you said, I ain't feelin' that
Reach for the sky, you ain't even this high
I smoke a pound to your zip while I drive
I'm livin' off of this perk
Smokin' I'm sippin' this purp
Smell the money when I burp
750 on a shirt
Now I'm drippin' from a nerd
Know the opps home tweakin' yeah yeah yeah
I know that they hurt
Pull out the sprinkler
Water the dirt
Price on my chain is whatever you worth
In the range range range
Rep the gang gang gang
Let it bang bang bang
Me and you not the same
Drop of the roof when she came
Few bands for the name
Blue strips from the change
This shit awesome
They always thinkin' they heat but they not
I will not stop til I get to the top
Throw back the seat in the coupe when she top
How you gon' hate me but wait for my drop?
Stay on that cap, on some lame shit
I cannot fuck with no basic
Imma keep ridin' the cadence
Hmu you an acquaintance
Whip so fast it skrrt skrrt
My hand up her skirt skirt
We from mars not earth earth
She gon' put in work work
Talkin' that tough shit
But he ain't even on my radar
I won't stop 'til I climb that ladder
Know damn well Imma get that paper
Smokin' that gas inhale that vapor
Tellin' your bitch ass kid we major
Pretty lil things I like them stranger
Baby tell me what you want, got flavors
Got a bad ass bitch, she my ride or die
Got the whole team here we play through the night
Two chicks in the club and they bound to fight
Cuz they all wanna be that somethin' tryna be my wife
Yeah they all really think they phase me
For all the money they actin' shady
Feelin' like everyone tryna play me
Hit my line Imma leave them waitin'

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