Not Goin Away

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Who knows Gingerboe?
That nigga he my son, he just doin’ shit I already did
We gone pull up with some guns, tryna take off these f*ck niggas lids
That nigga think he tough, but he don’t know that what he drop is shit
I’ll call that nigga bluff, ‘cause all he do is lie, it make me sick
My niggas not goin’ away
My demons not goin’ away
My bitches not goin’ away
My switches not goin’ away
My millions not goin’ away
My billions not goin’ away
I’ma pull up, and spray where you lay
I’ma show you some shit today
My trillions not goin’ away, I ran this shit up for a reason
Add attachments, and some stickers to my guns, I added season
And her ass so gah’ damn big, that shit look like a damn behemoth
And I’m married to the money, but at the same time, bitch, I’m single
I can get the money now, or I can get the money later
I’m not fuckin’ with these niggas, I’m snappin’ quick like alligator
And my nugs’ got hella purp’, look like I’m smokin’ on a laker
And I’m not dissin’ on LeBron, and I ain’t dissin’ any Lakers
And I’m not dissin’ on LeBron, I’m not dissin’ on his team
I’m just on here speakin’ facts, tryna tell you what I see
When I say “I’m Demon”, facts, ‘cause it’s black blood when I bleed
I hope dude don’t see the trap, but if he do, I got plan b
I hope bitch don’t try to trap, but if she do, I plant plan b
I hope dude don’t see the trap, but if he do, I got plan b
I hope bitch don’t try to trap, but if she do, I plant plan b
I hope dude don’t see the trap, but if he do, I got plan b
That nigga he my son, he just doin’ shit I already did
We gone pull up with some guns, tryna take off these f*ck niggas lids
That nigga think he tough, but he don’t know that what he drop is shit
I’ll call that nigga bluff, ‘cause all he do is lie, it make me sick
My niggas not goin’ away
My demons not goin’ away
My bitches not goin’ away
My switches not goin’ away
My millions not goin’ away
My billions not goin’ away
I’ma pull up, and spray where you lay
I’ma show you some shit today
My trillions not goin’ away, I ran this shit up for a reason
Add attachments, and some stickers to my guns, I added season
And her ass so gah’ damn big, that shit look like a damn behemoth
And I’m married to the money, but at the same time, bitch, I’m single
I can get the money now, or I can get the money later
I’m not fuckin’ with these niggas, I’m snappin’ quick like alligator
And my nugs’ got hella purp’, look like I’m smokin’ on a laker
And I’m not dissin’ on LeBron, and I ain’t dissin’ any Lakers
And I’m not dissin’ on LeBron, I’m not dissin’ on his team
I’m just on here speakin’ facts, tryna tell you what I see
When I say “I’m Demon”, facts, ‘cause it’s black blood when I bleed
I hope dude don’t see the trap, but if he do, I got plan b
I hope bitch don’t try to trap, but if she do, I plant plan b
I hope dude don’t see the trap, but if he do, I got plan b
I hope bitch don’t try to trap, but if she do, I plant plan b
I hope dude don’t see the trap, but if he do, I got plan b

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