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Sackedup Schiesty

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Once I'm up, bring my niggas up, spread them bands out
Heard a couple niggas hatin', to me they just fanned out
Out here loafin' with that bread, it's gon' be a man down
Glizzy spank him, belt to ass, caught him with his pants down

Know some Grimey niggas slime you out soon as they get a chance
40 stretch his body like he popped out in some yoga pants
Thirsty for some clout, got him wet up in an ambulance
Pulled it off them jiggas just like ecstasy, my medicine

Bet not check me at the door, fat ass Glizzy in my coat
This bitch come with me for sure, cause niggas slippery like some soap
Once you bitch him, he a hoe, don't f*ck with cha that he know
Don't play victim, hop out, hit him, now he twitchin' on the flo

Broke shit make no sense, I spent your rent on my wrist
Steady rollin' in the whip, too high floatin' like a blimp
That hoe shit get you killed, break my heart, your fate is sealed
Say she finna go, I broke her back up like my pills

I been focused, can't finesse me on the play like I won't know
Dumb slow, nigga must be high off coke, think I'ma go
I'm a ghost, I disappear like where the f*ck he go
Like magic, I still get the bag against the ropes and I ain't panic

I just got so tired of being broke, sometimes you gotta play a role
Wasn't nothin' to me, ever handed
Stuck in a storm and I gotta stand it
Spittin' heat till my lips hot like I just got em Branded

I need a shot of brandy
Might take a shot at Brandy
I go to war, bout that bag, Haul it in  Andy (Andy Warhol)
This bitch steady tryna kick it, I been blockin' Sandy

Once I'm up, bring my niggas up, spread them bands out
Heard a couple niggas hatin' to me, they just fanned out
Keep on loafin' with that bread, it's gon' be a man down
Glizzy spank him, belt his ass, caught him with his pants down

Just cause I be singin', don't think I won't catch a body
Trap phone, keep on ringin', makin' money, it's a hobby
Servin' fiends, baggin' felonies, whatever's in between
I go get a bag by, any means, ripped hundreds in my jeans

I don't got no enemies
I just got the inner Me
I can feel your energy
Want me to fall so your happiness is bittersweet

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