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But you kept being in a broke-ass jit, homie
It's 2024, jit
Get your bread up
Shit uh, aye
I'll get the paper by myself, don't need no letter man
Cooking up, in the fucking kitchen, like a cheddar man
Deniem Tears - on me nigga, I dont rock no vetemans
FNN bullets in the chop, it shoot better man
I dont like the-
F*ck
I dont like the glock, I might switch to the Berreta man
Heard he sending hits, I might eat that shit for dinner man
You a snitch in middle school, you a tattletale
We was sending blitz all day, I don't got a mail
Big-ass chop, yeah, that size of a fuckin' wale
If I ain't do this rappin' shit, I would be in fuckin' jail
Hop inside the fuckin' whip, I don't need no keys, I jump in there
Aye
Slime what you say, okay, you up in there
We got hella magazines, we fldld', yeah, we dumpin' there
Nigga know we step on shit, we fldld', yeah, we krump on there
And she heard my music, quick my dick, she tryna jump on there
Aye, do this shit in every season, this shit light-work
I buy it all, I don't need to see the price-worth, aye
They say spec, how the f*ck you make the mic work
Catch me in her crib like, how the f**k I made the lights work, aye
Aye-aye, shit
2, 5, and 10's, big, FNNS
Call up the man, like I don't gotta call up gen
He was talkin' crazy, now his ass in the cement
Aye, what's on me? 5-Gen, aye-aye
Pull up to your city, what the f*ck I'm in, aye-aye
I be spazzin', I don't need no fuckin' pen, aye-aye
I be rappin', shit I say could get me banned, aye-shit
What the f*ck, jit you talkin' out your chin, aye
Bitch, Bentley truck, pulled up, fldld you know we in, aye
Bitch, call my son, shoot him guns up the f**kin' rim
Yeah, that nigga hard, but I'm crazy so I'm not like him
I don't sip no par, get that wockie, put that shit in stock
Young ass nigga goin' up like a fuckin' stock
Get to work in motion, call my son, then I get the drop
I can make five bands on my ass and I don't gotta drop
I could make five bands on my-
Aye, I can make five bands on my ass ion-
Young ass nigga, goin up to the fucking top
I get the paper by myself, don't need no letterman
Cookin' up in a f**kin' kitchen like a cheddar, man
Denim tears - on me, nigga, I don't rock no vetemans
FNN bullets in the chop, it shoot better man
I dont like the-
Oh my god
That shit dont mean nothing to you homie?
Yo dime getting greased, for a pair of gucci homie
But you kept being in a broke-ass jit, homie
It's 2024, jit
Get your bread up

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