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little bitch had a pill on her tongue,
Kept swallowing rum,
Now she going dumb,
She say she gon throw up I pass her a tum,
Her legs by her head I fuck till

into athletes
Caught him in that store, he get to runnin like he track meet

Smokin' by the zip, ain't no way that you can match me
Drivin' like I'm

to some eyes I'm making heads turn when I walk by
On they necks like a necktie, too wavy hit em with the riptide
I'm too hot they need some ice, I'm too hot

need a minute, woa, ight im good
Look, losing motivation, but he don't wanna be a bum
But he got hooked off of them hard drugs that leave a nigga stunned

Me i was drunk as a pirate
Trying to get back in my zone
Rolling up my last cigarette (rolling up)
On the road i saw a bum
And he was begging me for it

back on some bum shit
Sitting in the booking for weeks
You couldn't pay your Bail Bond
But you said you had a Bomb in the streets
It don't make sense,

niggas
Tellin lies
Wasn't loyal from the jump
Pregnant by July
And the baby for a fucking bum
Murder on my mind
That's all the time
I almost grabbed

a fun fact 
Was by the corner shop hanging like a punch bag 
Wanna go double platinum like the blunt wraps 
With 2 broken clippers, scrunched rizzlas in

just call it off

Off
This shit is an off switch
Imagine me sitting in my crib 
Getting clowned by a bum bitch
(nah nah nah)
This shit is childish
Your

tongue
I keep my nine by my side, bitch do or die

With this heat, I'm bound to fry
Michael Jackson on these bums
Dirty nigga from the slums
Watch this

at the Cabin till it closin'
But I don't see the closing signs, I just like to close my eyes
And think about the days when
I was just a bum who couldn't pay rent

at the bum bitch you a arse 
I'd pay a sum to lock off your clart 
I'd pay a sum to cut off your lights 
My watches are plain I cut out the ice 
Don't look

bothered 
Put in work where I need to I know what my job is 
Fam I'm on job like the station warn be on top 
Tryna be surrounded by bread like a hot hotdog

dey lose focus
But that kinda talk is bogus
That kinda talk is cheap
That kinda talk is low cost
Bad girl riding shotgun
She no tall she get big bum
I

cash grow (Let's get it)
Boy Wonder, got the game tied by a lasso, let's go (Whoa, whoa)
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
It ain't Jason Rose no more

We care a lot
We care a lot
about the cali fires to bums to texas freeze
about space x recycle rocketry
we care a lot
about the good cops who’d have

After getting rejected, by the people you would stand for
Yeah they really loved you, when you ran for em
But that’s dead boy, you done got a bum leg
Now

a waitlist
Heard my baby was just led to the slaughter
Pray for the Kings and the Queens and their daughters
On lockdown, I was never in DOTY
Buck fifty, by

that they feeling yo baby, I know that I make the hoes crazy
Grind for myself cause niggas fugazi, broke ass bums swear y'all ain't lazy
The only P I'm

I got no filter over this drain
So it won't like you
So when you get the chance, you will get booped
By these boots
That'll mess up your shiny

up,
Even when I was bum
I been had a job,
Been making that money
That music them films,
Investing in people
Just keeping it real,
I been had a goal,
I

his shirt

Was made by Virgil, the convo hella whack
Ain't about money, I turn nonverbal
Shut the fuck up
She ain't brush her teeth, so I had to make

be countin' with my thumbs
You know I'm gettin' bread, start off with the crumbs

Rather eat crumbs with the bums, fuck the fakes
I ain't tryna fuck

Stupid hoes and niggas is the shit I'm really done with
Gettin' rich, the main goal, we can't kick it, bum, bitch

Remember I was really swervin' in