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Damn, Donny made this?
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, said we swerving out in foreigns
We doing crazy shit this lifestyle far from boring
Finna f*ck shit up finna go chase bags right off of touring
Finna go fucking up I'm feeling Kobe, everyday I'm scoring
Look at bro cup it's mud he pouring
Ran up my money, got it right by myself you can't get a portion
Hold on switch my whip
This one got more horses
You just act like a lil' bitch
Honestly some they can force it
Run up my money, I add it up
Bad ass bitch told her back it up
In a SRT you ain't fast as us
Said he left on me now he passed, in the dust
I'ma score every play especially the clutch
People they switching they acting like bitches
They switch on they day one brothers for what
Probably just for some lil' buzz
One thing you should know 'bout me
Is I won't quit
How you switch up on yo brothers on some hoe shit
How the f*ck you dropping bands
But you ain't got none growing
Why the f*ck I act so confident
Cause bitch I know I'm gon' win
Switch up on me why you did that
Run up on me can't get yo shit back, yeah
Run up on me get yo shit whacked, yeah
I can't listen to yo songs 'cause all that shit wack, yeah, uh
Run up on me get yo wig snatched, yeah
If we take some shit can't get yo shit back
I make money it's way too damn easy I just sit back, uh
Breaking these lames off no fucking Kit-Kat
This ain't no big Scat
This a Trackhawk Jeep
Flexing on you, can't flex on me
Do what I do and I be who I be
I drip my bitch out in that double C
All this damn drip on it look like a sea
Heard you climbing up, bitch what you mean
You don't do shit for me bitch leave
Ain't no tricks up my sleeve I'ma keep it a thousand I put that on me
Yeah, on my soul
I just be chilling with the team, with my bros
Run up this glock got a beam
So please don't pose
Bitch I'm just living the dream
Like I'm supposed
Yeah, getting my money I run up my bag it's too easy it's simple
Run up on me got a glocky
Easy solution, you might popped like a pimple
We gon' put holes in his face
Bitch I ain't talking no dimple
But now lil' bitch we out let's bounce
Ain't talking no dribble
Honestly I'm balling on 'em
I feel like LeBron when he won the chip
I'ma just get my bag then I'ma dip
I spent a rack on that lil' fashion shit
I did the dash in the damn fastest whip
I did the dash by my side had the baddest bitch
Lifestyle crazy not average
Why you acting crazy what you had to diss
Why you switch up why you acting different I don't get it, yeah
I said f*ck it bring the chops out I ain't fucking with it
When's the last time that I snapped like this it's been a fucking minute
Beat this shit out, when I'm in this shit I don't fucking quit it
In to win it
Be specific
If you dissing
Got repetition
He come up missing, too efficient
I'm cooking up ain't talking in the kitchen doing dishes
These people they just bitching I don't get it
But my diamonds glisten
On my chain whenever I walk out
They all wanted to talk when I was down bad they don't wanna talk now
I don't wanna hear shit about me
Lil' bro bring the chalk out
In this damn SRT pushing 120
Bitch, no I can't stop now
We on your ass like everyday
Trust me bitch I'm getting paid
Trust me bitch get it every way
You a lil' boy I'm a heavyweight
I'ma kill this shit 'till the levee break
He was talking shit I can tell he fake
I get a big ass bag don't even celebrate
Uh, 'cause I'm just worried 'bout the next, gotta stay focused
Talk shit he gone, lil' hocus pocus
He talking shit, he on some hoe shit
Kill every song, ain't even wrote shit
Fucking the game up ain't using no Trojans
Said f*ck you little bitch, f*ck yo emotions
F*ck all that shit, f*ck the shit you posting
I'ma go right to the top then I'ma stay there like
Like Izzy
Said he gon' run up, is he
Bro spin blocks 'till he get dizzy
You get put on a shirt if you decide to diss me
Walk out in a fit I'm feeling too crispy
Why is you talking you move how a bitch be
No one can f*ck with me, no one can bitch me
Run it up, get the bag
Look it's right in front of ya
We done ran it up
You making less we making fun of ya
Bitch you just a lame boy
Get yo money up
I be getting to it serious about my money ain't no funny stuff
No you ain't my twin, ain't my mans
Took me a lil' minute fucking up these bands
Bitch I just been getting to it, uh
I don't got no other plans
I'm trying to touch a lil' milli
I ain't worried 'bout no lil' hundred bands
Put his lil' ass to sleep, give his ass a nap
Heard you talking shit 'bout me
Said lil' bitch relax
I was outside dropping bands up in Saks Fifth
No you really ain't my mans you just capping
No you really fucking can't ever stop shit
They just talking, it's obnoxious
I can't rock with no stock shit
Don't talk shit just wanna box bitch
Got a weak fit on that is not drip
Yeah, but f*ck it
My gang know I'm going up
I got the shot
Any opportunity lil' bitch I'm showing up
Yeah, we be out the way, but who is hoeing us
And tell me who really winning 'cause bitch I know it's us
I'm in disgust by this fake shit
Going up to the top but I'm not anxious
Like I said on that one Donny beat
Bitch I'm patient
He wanna keep talking that lil' shit
His block we paint it

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