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the product, push the line
Flip the whop and flip the price
Push the weight like exercise
I was really doing it movin' and gettin' my weight up, now it's time

turn into a hater
Real gangsta bitch I let ya meet yo maker
You sorry now bitch yea you betta be 

They see me fly by like there go ha hip ass
They love

on the throne I'm the don dada
Style got no father, bastard rappin'
Passing words of God, I got pastor passion (Uh, yeah yeah)
Niggas still mad cause I hit 'em

I'm still undefeated
No matter how the tables turn
MZH still eatin
Serve it up by the slices
If these niggas want beef
I know why my haters love shoppin

Finna run them up, lil' nigga, what you mad about
If I pull up on your hoe ass, that's a heat check
I'm about to check my old bitch numbers, that's a heat

She ain't my girl but she still my lil baby
She ain't going nowhere nowhere are you crazy?
We was never done
Stupid lil' dumb nigga
I be doing me so

always by your side tryna get yo ass to rise
And now I turned into yo' biggest hater, fuck that
Talk my shit and I love it when you push back
You was two

what it was and it has to be, 

Ok she way to attached to me, 
Come get ya girl man - see this why they mad at me (x2)

[VERSE 1]
Yeah I’m back on this

thought lil old me
Pull up to Quincy Jones party with Kool Moe Dee who told me
That night when I was feeling out of place
Through his dark ass shades he

supernova
Just like that
I sent a prayer to Jehovah
Just like that
He part the haters like I'm Moses
Just like that
When you see me in the burbs
Just like

my plug on a Yacht
Won't fit in a moat, this ain't no Lil Boat
We smoke by the zone, then bust out a show
We slide on yo hoe then we back on the road

you only wanna talk
I don’t buy that shit, not even a lil bit
Made the first move so you know who the shit
I was sweaty and all but I could tell you

it, flip it, raise it
My third bitch a hater
She think Keisha's fake
She trynn get a taste

Threw my mans a whole ahhh it did a back flip
know how to lays my bread just for me to stack chips
Feel like the post office just hand me the fucking

the thug
I know you been around the block
So when you tell me
That you only wanna talk
I don’t buy that shit
Not even a lil bit
Made the first move
So you

Sidenote

Lil Tecca

We Love You Tecca

2019

your lil' drip
Shawty, you buggin', I got the big drip
I just made a song by the postal, lil' snitch
And I just got a check, that's more money to flip

Gettin' fired up so you know that I'm still hot
Claimin' that you're elevatin' but I know you're still not
Yall are bout as dumb as Lil Pump when he

Haters they be mad cause they don't know what I know (Woah)
Free smoke like my nigga from Toronto (Woo)
No love imma take to the end zone
Show these

ain’t f’d the count up
Still get lil riled up
When a fuck nigga comes around us
Other then that I still cool as round 1
Still moving how I want
Still

numbers, flip a
Key, fuck some haters, shake 'em off
Get a P, sell that bitch for thirty-three
Like I'm in Boston
Pockets full of blue hundreds
Yeah that's

Show a lil' nigga what choppers'll do
Fuck my baby mama she still mad about my new bitch

Broke up and she got low and she looked up I had a new wrist

tell her pull up, lil' momma know I ain't playin with her
And she just wanna come up and flip it like a nunchaku
Lookin like a n**** robbed Sun Trust

All My Thugs Let's Get It
Shining Hard And I'm Winning
Imma go head do my thing and imma keep on spending
Grinding hard and freakin
I'm still here

and we can keep it going 
Making haters mad
Mad while we make that bread
I knew that I was in her head after what she said yea

I think you know