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I don't need no new friends unless they comin' with a bag
Stop doin' all that talkin' for, we put you on your ass
I ain't trippin' off the cheese, what we spend , we make it back
Stayin on my 10s, come and find out if we lack

Come and find out if we lackin, come and find out if we hoes
I know y'all niggas sleazy ', I ain't gon' slide  without the pole
Y'all been sittin' in the audience, I'm puttin' on the show
I know y'all niggas backdoe so I can't trust a soul

Ayy, I got bitches sellin' pussy just to feed they son
I know niggas paranoid, they livin' on a run
You left before you had the chance to see what I've become
Everybody strapped, we don't do the one-on-ones Ayy, and I don't trust the shit you say, I've

Been lied to After everything that I did, shit, I Cried too
Stop tryin' to find your love, nigga, let it find you
You can't say I didn't try cause I tried too
And I ain't rappin' on this beat, I'm meddlin' Can we f*ck, baby, I'm tryna break your celibate
I can't tell you what they say, you be tellin' em
Yo plug  know it's fake, and he sellin' it

Precise with this shit, I'm takin' measurements Put the raws down, now I only roll the elements
OG to you, niggas, so you better show your reverences
We ain't see that lil' threat, tell your homie come and step again
Nothin' gettin' done if I sleep, niggas tried to diss me

And that lil' shit was weak,
New re-up, nigga, where  the fiends
The P touchdown, shoutout to the homie Steve We the same, you snuck the toolie in here too
You gon' need a tissue for the niggas you
gon' lose
Clap this bitch up, nigga, get up out the room
I been losin' homies like they leavin' too soon
Every time I stress, I pull a perc out
Took three ways, i didn't   find it till the third route
I'm tryna see your titties, baby, why'd you

Pull your shirt down
Nigga, you ain't meant for that life, take that church route
Uh, that's your safest option sim  tryna go back to jail, I wouldn't even try it
I'm with three bad bitches, they slappin

Billie Eilish
Mama had to move us out to H, cause it was
Getting' violent
You can get popped over none , unnecessary violence
This war we in will never end, cause niggas keep
On dyin'
Down to the last perk, my fiends started fightin

Smokin' on some Kings za, I'm tryna reach my highness
Say this , say that, I don't care what he said Your homie make me laugh when he flex that
Weak spread Who gon' throw the lob, let me hit  the  east bay
Baby  I got some cheese for you if you drop the chisme,
I don't need no new friends unless they comin
with a bag Stop doin' all that talkin' for, i  put you on your ass I ain't trippin' off the cheese, what we
Spend , we make it back Stayin' on my 10s, come and find out if we
Lack
Come and find out if we lack , come and find
out if we hoes I know y'all niggas sleazy ', I ain't gon
Slide without the pole
Y'all been sittin' in the audience, I'm puttin on a show
And I know y'all niggas backdoe so I can't trust a soul

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