Yahweh

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Huh you call
I don't miss you at all
And my whole gang we ball
And my whole gang we
Huh, I wan' pop my shit but they ain't ready yet
Said one day I'll cop my chain i'll hit up Elliette
And my hoe dripped in designer, not no Nike Tech
He can't catch me at the light i'm finna grab a tec
They be hating on me, f*ck em, i'm still paid regardless
I got cash up in my pocket, cash up in my wallet
Once I get a little motion, ain't no fucking stopping
And i'm reaching for the peak it ain't no fucking topping
So I took her out the projects
At the light he ain't got catch me grab my glock, yeah
With them vampires, outside when it's dark, yeah
Tinted windows, can't see up in this car, yeah
I got rich off them P's my niggas ball, yeah
I cant fall yeah my niggas yeah we all here
Money talk yeah, lil shawty what you want yeah?
She want Moncler, I put that hoe in Moncler
That's my lock yeah she on what Oli on yeah
She wanna get undressed
Yeah
Shawty she wan' have some car sex
I ain't trippin hoe a nigga paid regardless
I'm gon' tune it up these niggas see i'm flawless
And i'm locked in that mindset got me far yeah
Run that check up, be up before the sun yeah
Mama proud of me, she know they used to laugh at me
Mama clap for me, she know i'll be a prodigy
Ain't have to pay for this just want to see them paid
Seen what that label did, they took his shit away
It's cold outside I need my sweater, Bathing Ape
Bathing Ape, yeah ha ha huh
Pray to Yahweh
Pray to Yahweh, I seen he coming my way
Stay in my lane cause I been through a lot mane
Niggas change up but f*ck em cause we ball mane
Step my game up i'm stepping out in balmain
You see tears in my eyes you look at my face
You see pain in my heart i pray for better days
A paper-chaser in getting money hella ways
She wan come taste on the kid, she'll see me Saturday
I count cheddar mane, i'm living good I celebrate
They can't f*ck with me I might as well be celibate
She gon set him up that bitch she finna sell the bait
Hoe we ran it up we might've had a ceiling eight
Run that shit back I'm flipping that bitch higher
They hear my tracks they tell me that shit fire
And my hoe tell the truth she ain't no liar
They look up to me, they tell me I inspire

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