Nbthtfy (feat. Paylow & Mad Talent)

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Stay strapped fa static
Pistol automatic
My clientele got expensive habits
Fa that brick
Ya baby's held fa ransom
Couple shots at my coupe
The glass bullet proof
Shoots fired out the moon roof
We coming back
Assemble troops
They hungry I let my dogs loose
Maintain Composure
Orchestrate hits
Choir composer
Bodies get dump bullets Decompose ya
Wit the loose change
I copped a Chevy nova
Bricks escorted in a Range Rover
Processed in the carter
Turn the powder hard
Stem in the kitchen
Antennas an lighters
Sophie keep her tools on deck
No glass she blow aluminum dick
She smacked her lips
An said nephew that's it A1
Plus I hear ya homie snitch
They call him A1
He flashing money's
Say he buying guns
He crossing niggas like
Ai here a 8th fa that info
Jumped in na whip
Knock at the door
He spooked when he saw my face
Put a couple in his shots in chest
Nevea bite the hand that feed u
I'm conflicted with the evils u Should a known
I was go come and see u
Unless u was me u couldn't judge Me
A real nigga that make money Fa Luxury
Ate pussy a ton of times lunch fa Free
Hustled on streets charged Custies a fe
If I had the driver with me got The mag riding shotgun in seat
Guns is mandatory gotta stay With the heat it cold in the D
U see broken bottles rat hoes With attitudes of super models
Niggas be blasting off numb that Pain and sorrow
Blow it all today go and rob the Plug tomorrow
Never bullshitin but we stay Shitting
We slay bitches we do things to Explicit to mention roll up the Cookie sip the cognac
I got a sell on 6 mile by the Laundry-mat
One Brunette the other one is blonde serve em loud packs out The black Milan
Stay being corners I been on Some next shit shoot up the Neighbors house
Just to send a Message I Bare arms like it's time To get naked
I got the block sold deep in the Streets like potholes this fa the Days
I couldn't put shit in my Bowl I'm doing me
I could never Put yo shoes on my toes food fa
The soul no role playing when Them cameras get rolled
Hammers cocked plus the ladders Exposed got the ambition to get It done
No matter the goal
Infrared on the head on my foes
Wood grain cross the dash of the Rove
Os drop in the pots on stoves
In paradise I hear its payments of Gold where i trap u see needles On roads
Blows from the vocals cause the Say that I'm cold hit the center of Souls
From grams in the blinder I Deliver those
It's the prayer of a sinner before You eat dinner ya chances get Slimmer
U niggas pretender

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