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niggas
Fuck that’s I’m gonna stack figures
Never wanna be that nigga but it’s strictly biznis til the death of me
I got strip like a referee get it off

And he told me that he tired of Your bullshit and your lies
Bitch
All we do is take trips
He can’t come to the phone he Got Pussy on his lips
And yu get

It left a stain on me I couldn’t get my shit off in time
Was young and dumb as shit my bitch had did me wrong and I let her
Ain’t peep how God was

Man I'm always high
Cause that's how I get by
Hoping I OD so I don't have to say goodbye
I just wanna die
7 times I tried
All because a stupid bitch

On the flex
Act up getcha smacked
Know the rest
Yeah I'm that drunk
Off the axis where I step

Skywalk off the atlas in a sec
Off the moonshine
I'm litty get my

the damn bait 
Try an stop me but by then its gonna be to late
Wait 
We moving up down left right 
Get the bag make sure that its zip tight 
Cook birds every

hoe
My pockets want more
(Put you in hush mode)
(Say hello to M4)
You niggas grimy
That’s not my Stelio
I’d rather get money cuz I’m not a hero
But fuck

No weed
No pills
We ain't popping xans
Tryna get us popped off
We pop out the jam
(Aye)

No Mask 
No Heat 
No Plan
If we come then we finna take yo

by some fucking maniac
And that's me
Baby get off me I don't wanna feel your touch
No more
'Cause I've had enough
Yeah I've had enough
You don't live

They call it extravagant
And they respecting the way that we get it in
Know we slide down them back ends we don't follow trends
I create em now tell

me insane, truth is they gotta live by their lies
I told that girl to relax, lil bitch i am not telling you lies
Shawty she bad, Kourtney Kardashian no

right?
You steady gunning right?
Flying high
So you think that any weak raps going to get by
'Cause you got racks
Need a Tic Tac
When you talk shit
Grab

leave
A little word of advice before I go
Better get off the high horse before you fall
'Cause I'll tell you now
It ain't much fun to bleed
I'm still

day day doo
Doo do doo
Yeah tracing back down to your roots
Rooting back down to your roots yeah
Hearing the toots
Toots of the brass
To get you off

worse
You gotta shake it off
And buckle down
And get right back up on that horse
Get back on that horse

Ive been ripped off
Ive been sent aloft
Ive been

no fucks
That bitch annoying man please shut up
Glock on me and I keep it tucked
If you walk by me yo chains get took
Want no smoke cause you fold like

When they be mad in the comments and red as a lobster 
You pissing em off then ya you
Know you doing something right ya you know you doing something

everybody dead
I got some money to spend, let's count up the deads
Count up the deads
Red and blue, it's the feds
Dozing off, taking meds
I wanted you in my

I'm stinging like a bee
Floating like a butterfly
Try me and I'm letting shots off
I'm aiming up by ya eyes
Memphis to the Lou
I be moving wit no crew

In a top down
(What the word)
(Lets get to it)

In a top down
Shorty on top showing how she gets down
Riding around
Blowing off steaming the night

Lil baby got a vibe I can tell by the way she watchin me
Suckin on dat lollipop washin me like her laundry
Betta get her before I get a advance on my

Damn, Callan, you gettin' guap

Aye, take it off lil shawty, let me love you
I'm by your side girl, we could get comfortable
Say I hit it right, so

full of lightning bugs
Then eat some chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream
And get some of Grandmas hugs
Pap says it smells like rain
As he looks off in

with a pistol
He say when he be on that drank, he be pissed off
I done moved on from my past I don't miss y'all
I hope when we get on his ass we don't