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taking days off
You know I’m a ghetto boy
Hustle till the sun goes down
I cant get enough
Not sure who can tell me what
Haters I just brush em off
Get

Had to take a dive so I could swim, yeah
I'm pulling out that vision got em' saying, woah
Trunk open haters throw em' in, yeah
Cause it can get so

on the truck

What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up

Hating me kinky licks talking so much

Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it

are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My

the facts how I like 'em
Get the racks don' be fightin'
Jesus christ I'm enlightened
Don't you trip, just
Hold it
Don't tell me how my work is
You small, you

drop a bag on any who want it
Diss on the gang, be gone by the mornin'
Shots at his back he was frontin', ayy

I'm on the scene and we did 'em
You

The kids turned out fine
Figure why rush it 
Imma be here for a while
Always got a reason 
So don't tell me simmer down
Shimmy Shimmy Ya
Money always

I'm a
Different dimensional being
Fixated head on a dream
System was twisted, I mean this isn't the best it can be
Sick with a pen, but it seems I've

Infinity and 0 I'm undefeated
But I would never walk around conceited
These boys be some pussy leave them bleeding
Trynna catch me lacking boy you

the guns got the sound on
Get rocked with heavy metal, boy, I'm bringin' that Osborne (ahuh)
Got them poles off Napoleon, then we spanked him off Claiborne

symptoms
Nobody know the sins but I'm sufferin', playin' perfect while on Insta
Tried to tell the world what I'm jugglin', left subliminals on Twitter

(Ya get me)
I swear these boys so pathetic
Horns on my head but I'm moving angelic (I'm moving angelic)
My wood got stuck in her mouth like a splinter

sweet, but got a taste of that sour
So now i ride around with ounces of them crystally flowers
I jars em up and i push em.. i dont reggie i kush em
Oh yes

I can't seem to shake these drugs
I been on it tell me how you want it, yeah
Kill 'em proper, creep up on him
Ridin' through them slums by my lonely

talking bout God so you didn't wanna listen
Y'all ain't know what y'all was missing
Now I'm back to business
Bear witness to the fitness
All the real will

God so you didn't wanna listen
Y'all ain't know what y'all was missing
Now I'm back to business
Bear witness to the fitness
All the real will probably

Jack boys trying to jack let that Glizzy  off
(GRRRRLOW)
My bih blowing up my phone 
(YAH)
She trying to piss me off 
(PISS ME OFF)
Pack touched down I’m

and tell her that you won't be back
I'm begging you, honey won't you freak that
(You got me goin in a circle so)

[Pre Chorus]
(Take me)
By the hand, be

and where we be

But we ain't tripping, let's give' em a call
So they can cook for us and
Clean up after the dogs feel me

Called him up
Now you tell him he

Punch through the board 
With the boys in a 4 door
So slow rolling up dope
In the roto 
I'm so close 
Too what I always hope for 

Blue chips 
Stacking up

Met Gala

Gucci Mane

Drop Top Wop

2017

what I'm 'bout
You hit this dope and your heart gonna stop (hey)
They callin' the cops (twelve)
Hop on the jet, this a twenty passenger (jet)
Offset

mouths to feed,
So I compartmentalize and then my mental lies trying to convince me I'm okay
So us men tell lies to convince you of the same
Yeah, I dabble

Ay Grady, stop playin' wit 'em boy
Sippin' on wock and just popped me a 10
Fresh glock 20, just got me a 10
Spank his lil' ass, leave him right in

I still keep it gutta though
Boy you gotta keep it gutta though
Ouhh
Check my groove
So smooth
It look like butter though
Mm I'm feeling cocky
I might