Naw 4 Real
Longmoneyscoot
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Damn fake you cookin' up Yelling give me that, bitch leave me alone Ain't no D.N.D I'm scoring twenty phones I'm scoring, scoring twenty-phones Scoring, yeah Rat bitch yellin Give me that, bitch leave me alone On D.N.D no I ain't cheatin' bae, I'm campin' twenty phones High tech chop, bitch come with heat sensors See who in your home Unc said them trophies, ain't gon' wait on you, next nigga gon' cash it if you don't My favorite snipper like a firefighter In that bitch just clearing smoke I think I'm Weezy, baby, when I'm punchin' in, can't find shit I wrote Without my distro kid, them dumps wit pin and the road My only hope, don't eat no plantains Just jerk chicken, make fifty with the zoes I think I'm prime time, intercept the jack Turn in, strike a pose, pass through Virginia One time, f*ck around, found a inny in Roanoke Can't find a nigga that they put on, but they bosses, I know Free bands out the country E Transfer out Toronto Can't no teller, scare my runner, her last Was a model, they love taxin' at the club Tapped 1250 for three bottles It's like a full-time job, jugg-proof the ride I ain't gotta ask, siri shit, take 75 Know some bloc boys that'll shoot, better look alive Bro just caught 20 outta telly, right by Crimson Tide Why these niggas lyin' Damn, near talk to ducie every day Know my niggas smilin Most my niggas wildin I booked that rental, broke as hell, doubled up the mileage Nah, I got plenty thousands Kill the rats, f*ck the snakes Nah, you can't come around me I told my baby don't even trip about it We ten toes down and we ain't jumpin' off No cliff bout it, tryna make it home You stop my day, I'm off the hip bout it First time was Sloppy, do the shit right, ain't a soul go hear about it Hell naw, I ain't scared of mountains It take some hours to get through this bitch, make me 11 thousand I'm forever smiling I get a drop I burn it down, make that bitch hunted housing Can make 50 drop, just send your ID Accountin' and routin My main bitch walk tellers down, just like Ronda Rousey You spent her on some shark boots Wonder why she pouting Bitch broke her nail, jammin' cards, I'll get em polished
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