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care but I had to ask
Last weekend went by so fast
Like Keith Sweat girl we gotta make this make last
So pass that glass
Ill roll some grass
Turn off our

grow a plant let alone by the acre
Go hard or go home see we do things major
(Aliens n chicken strips, chicken strips)
(Aliens n chicken strips, chicken

lemme check the message
All my life I’m feeling blessed
So I ain’t in it for the blessings
Hope my lyrics teach a lesson
If by 2020 I ain’t rich
I’m

enough and now we counting stacks
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey Hey
I'm running a check and I'm getting paid
Run up a forty

They would still clap for me with their hands tied 
No im not a rapper imma franchise 
I gotta whole team on stand by 
cnd we about to blow like

cye yo wooh, Ramen noodles and hot sauce,
You got that butta, baby I'm just tryna eat it all
Royalty checks and paparazzi, independent label 
Tell me

pull up with the shot
Yeah I feel like Steph
Girl I run this game
All you rookies warm the bench
Hoe, check your etiquette
Young rich boy so elegant

make a movie with the RED
8k quality shoot
Put it on onlyfans
Run my check when it’s time to recoup aye
I ain’t really want nobody to see that but I want

here
Weak nigga we ain’t seen you in years
Nah baby we don’t hold on to fear
Just don’t come around im being sincere

A-section:
No friend club, I’m

On the block
Or the spots
If shit gets too hot
We even got twat
Pump guns
Plump sums
Want some get spun
It's time we come up
Run it all
We call this the marathon

is carryin’, and you don’t know how long it takes to rot, if those are the clothes you’re buried in, run up on this one warrior and see if we don’t get

balling as a rookie no Lamelo no Luka Doncic
The monstar, came from baby checks now they looking monstrous
Making deposits, hustling daily like trading

On It
Niggas say they zooted, it ain't crowded but he on me
Bitch I'm Vibing By My Lonely
If A Nigga Really Want It
Imma Lace My Shoes Up and Now I'm

a freak too
Just wanna please you
My homie in the Lambo truck with the hammer tucked
Finna turn this shit to Rambo if your mans run up
Just drove by

focus on the future and ignore the past
Gotta worry bout the next and forget the last
Gotta still run up a check even if I got the bag
Gotta grind from

on my lap
It's all fun and games till somebody shoot back
No subs baby girl, not the type to do that
I just mic check, 1-2 it's a wrap
If you come out

Come over tonight
We'll walk till the world turns black
I check what's behind
Our youth is staring back
Guitars cry like little babies, I'm blinded

niggas fucking weirdos 
We Keep these fuck niggas in check by adding on them zeros

Just like pilates you watch how we stretch on em
Balling like curry my team cut the net on em
Big dawg muscle through and I flex
Don’t look back run it

where's the cake (where's the cake)
Woke up in the dark feel like I'm moving round in slow motion
Rain check on the coochie baby so just give me throat then

we could never talk
Couldn't speak for self
So I wallowed in the dark
Kept to myself
Always following my heart
Until my heart fell in love
With some

Fireflies
I am from a place betwixt the city and the sticks bitch
Pass me the Corona get some lime and then we sip, sip
Get the beat and run it back, I hit

dog gotta gave her own bed when she sleep
If it's weak we don't check in
You see I got bags don't be breaking these nails
Bell hoppers is helping
Gotta

a hollam a hollam
I hold d rap game lek some nga way i bend yi for corner
Drop ontop beat put d men dem fo coma
Di run that ya mop when we jamb who go hollam