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I ain't really had shit, I was down in my nuts Fucked up my bag and I couldn't reup
Walked around in the rain, couldn't wait for the sun
Tryin' backdoor snake, don't be thinkin' I'm dumb
I ain't been in no band, still walk with a drum Broke ass, opps got more follows then funds

I don't think you want smoke, it ain't good for your lungs
Put the beam on the Glock, that shit flash like the sun
Dick riding me, y'all niggas my son
Gotta move smart cause they out for your body

Can't be wifin' that bitch, she got too many bodies
Y'all get down in the DM's, I'm callin' you gotti
I go up in the paint y'all niggas keep foulin
I ain't dej loaf, so nigga don't try me

You think you're gangsta, you ain't movin' in silence
I know that she hate me, I ain't by her designer
Better watch what you doing your life on the timer
And she like what I'm doin', she know that I'm shinin

My trap boon, I'm servin' the sky
Glock 26, treat that bitch like my son
I been playin' with sticks like I'm six years old
Bitch on my dick, try and eat me up

We run through a spot, make him get on the floor
I got bra in the back, bout to stash with them loads
Hit his ass in his chest, is he thinkin' he bold
Had to relax on Rob and had to put on a hold

I know yd my steppa, he solid as gold
Nd this shit like chess, gotta watch how you move
Can't think with your dick, you might end up on news
You tip on the gram, give the police to clues

He knew it was over, he know I'm da shooter
Bitch said she my bitch, who the f*ck is she foolin'
It's a war outside, better bring your kicks
Caught the opp outta bounds , he was loose as shit

I'm taggin' his ass, I ain't miss by no inch
And I'm bringin' my stash and I'm bringin' my bench
Just like I'm dame, I'm goin' for the win
YD, that's my heart to the motherfuckin' end

He keep dissin ' this shit, we gon' spend him again
He keep jiffin' this shit, he got lucky again
I can't be in no whip with no black tents
Who dat in the car, I'ma drop off ten

Clip long as shit, like quagmire chin
And I'm in the Forreal ,you know I'm gon win
And I'm prayin' to God, everyday for my sins
Then I sleep through the night and I wake up again

If I take a L, take that shit on the chin
Y'all was all in the game when I sat on the bench
I ain't really had shit, I was down to my nuts
Fucked up my bag and I couldn't reup

Walked around in the rain, couldn't wait for the sun
Tryin' backdoor snake, don't be thinkin' I'm dumb
I ain't bendin' no bands, still walk with a drum
Broke-ass opps, got more followers than funds

I don't think you want smoke, it ain't good for your lungs
Put the beam on the Glock, that shit flash like the sun
Dickriding me, y'all niggas my son
Got move a smart, cause they out for your body

Can't be wifein' that bitch, she got too many bodies
Y'all get down in the DMs, I'm callin' you gotti
I go up in the paint, y'all niggas keep fouling
I ain't dej loaf, so nigga, don't try me

You think you a gangster, you ain't movin' a silence
I know that she hate me, I ain't by her design

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