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Voyce
Got my back against the wall, it's been hard to trust a soul
Been dependin' on myself 'cause I'm used to bein' alone
Money bags on my eyes 'cause I stay up chasin' goals
Get that cash, stack that guala 'til that shit can't even fold

F*ck a key, I press a button, whip that bitch, and hit the road
From the dirt, come from the south, and we aint used to have a hope
Still rep the three in the fo', yeah
Po' me up a cup and get to drinkin', f*ck a toast
Ain't had a whip, I walked to school without a coat
I'mon' boss up
Po' that red inside my cup, you know I'm gon' get sauced up
Y-Y-Yeah, that's another band we just ran up
Uh, sippin' so much, I can't even fuckin' stand up
Got my whole team bossed up, that's why they can't stand us

Hop in, skrrt off, yeah
Bitch, I'm from the mud, but now I'm finna wipe this dirt off
Mix my soda with that Smirnoff
Talkin' funny, knock his smirk off
When I see you, we gon' scrap, that's some shit I put my word on
Yeah, that boy actin' different, I'mon' have to keep my eye on him
How the f*ck is you a opp? You on my page and you still likin' shit
Bro-Bro-Brodie slid with gas, we finna light this shit
Chain on my neck swingin', that bitch be on Tyson shit, ay

Up now, my money fast, my bitch bad, and my opps mad
F*ck y'all, I see some'n I like, then I cop that
Culinan (Culinan)
Rolls Royce (Rolls Royce)
This shit ain't none basic

F*ck a key, I press a button, whip that bitch, and hit the road
From the dirt, come from the south, and we aint used to have a hope
Still rep the three in the fo', yeah
Po' me up a cup and get to drinkin', f*ck a toast
Ain't had a whip, I walked to school without a coat
I'mon' boss up
Po' that red inside my cup, you know I'm gon' get sauced up
Y-Y-Yeah, that's another band we just ran up
Uh, sippin' so much, I can't even fuckin' stand up
Got my whole team bossed up, that's why they can't stand us

Yeah
I been tryn' run it up
Get my money, get my bands, everybody know what's up
Yeah, doubled up my income, but that shit just not enough
Po' that Sprite in my drink, mix it up in my cup
Yeah, makin' plays, lil' bitch, think you ballin', you get stuffed
I'm tryn' get high, I hit my plug
We tryn' get by by sellin' drugs
Walk in class, I smell like bud
Roll it up, I'm smokin' skunk
Put my feelings in that blunt
(Put my feelings in that blunt)

Up now, my money fast, my bitch bad, and my opps mad
F*ck y'all, I see some'n I like, then I cop that
Culinan (Culinan)
Rolls Royce (Rolls Royce)
This shit ain't none basic, bitch I'on't do that, yeah yeah

F*ck a key, I press a button, whip that bitch, and hit the road
From the dirt, come from the south, and we aint used to have a hope
Still rep the three in the fo', yeah
Po' me up a cup and get to drinkin', f*ck a toast
Ain't had a whip, I walked to school without a coat
I'mon' boss up
Po' that red inside my cup, you know I'm gon' get sauced up
Y-Y-Yeah, that's another band we just ran up
Uh, sippin' so much, I can't even fuckin' stand up
Got my whole team bossed up, that's why they can't stand us

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