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High thinkin', I don't do no love, baby
Felt her ego back sinkin
I told her that I had some damn reasons
I can get you whacked, dawg, just by my pinkie

What's up
Machete on that Glock again
You gon' have to cut your hand
Everybody call you when you up, when you up again

Shit, shit, shit
Seen people die that was close to me
I'm high in the air with a vulture be
Too many people wanna notice me

But they ain't even notice me
But I'm lovin' this bitch, but it can't be true
She tellin' me lies, so I had to slide through
This bitch told me that her phone dead

But that message went turnin' blue
My thoughts gettin' loud
I think the blunt takin' over me
I just got so high

Threw the ashes in the Rose tree
Intuition kickin' in
I think it's takin' over me
But intuition kickin' in

He not where he's supposed to be
Caught him on the lane, lane three
Have a baller spree
But pull the racks out

Now we finna have a spinnin' spree
Niggas claimin' who they used to be
Oh shit, nigga
Niggas claimin' who they used to be

Old news, nigga
Big money, big bills
We just big blues, nigga
F*ck around this game

Get your gang and hit your crew, nigga
I don't do no talkin
My gang gon' pull up when we get to two, nigga
Jackin' on 20, 20, 20, 20, 22, nigga

Oh shit, mad about the money
Niggas caught the flu nigga
Old nigga, mad about the hunnids
You used to be young too, nigga

How you mad
We growed up and got our paper right
But it felt like my pocket got stung by a bee how it
Blew up overnight

Oh yeah, uh, overnight
You niggas mad about the hunnids
And they keep runnin
Your bitch gon' keep on countin' it up for a nig

And it's gon' keep runnin' on
Like a motherfuckin' bank teller
I just told that bitch
Yeah, you got your rank better

See, with that lame nigga
Told that ho do better
But how you gon' lie and cry
But how you gon' have that butterfly tattoo but never fly

But how you gon' tell them lies
On some other lies
And now you're tryin' to tell your side
But I ain't hearin' your side

Cause you just lyin' to a nigga who got racks
Oh, you try to block me
Cause you think I'm comin' back
But I got racks

Yeah, the rack's full
And I ain't comin' back
My pockets stay full
And I told you it's

Stuff like a stuffed crust
You can have the edge of my love like the crust
But this shit is
On seven

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