Fuck It
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Aye I'm just finna bullshit Just finna put some shit together right quick man Just don't take me serious (Oh yeah yeah yeah) F*ck around in the yo today Aye Every day I wake up I keep it P, Guess I'm something like a playa Xbox and hoes only thing a nigga playing Slide on a nigga if they really feeling playful One last breath, only thing a nigga taken 70 dollars in this bitch you gotta pay me I touch 50 grand in this shit and I ain't famous Sign my own check fo' I signed to a label And I won't never sell my soul, I guess I ain't going major Still got hoes trying to reach me like a pager Nine karat diamonds on my wrist they going crazy Bought a king bed, I'm a king nigga, can't even lay up Took this lil hoe to the telly, can't show her where I stay at F*ck her in the backseat of the rolla', baby lay back 5% tint, shit like a curtain on the Maybach And where you play that's where you lay at Flat dark Earth Glock 43, my baby And its topped off Take your top off You can get a free shot Hole-in-one, Topgolf Bad bitches, good weed, double cup, nod off Pop a couple perk 30s bih dis ain't no Tylenol Keep a whole 20 ball that bih bussin' out my pockets Got a hunnid' thousand in a Goyard, it's f*ck a wallet I can make a hunnid' thousand tomorrow, don't need accountants A hunnid' thousand on your head, you dead, my little ones counting All I need is a reason and I'm squeezing Cold nigga like anemic it's murder season Spin your block like defense I wipe your nose like your sneezing Ain't no swimming lessons, find you floating in the deep end Gave your bitch some pipe and now she leaking Then I called that bitch a Uber, girl you leaving Time to pass her like I'm preaching And I'm down to die for shit that I believe in Can't f*ck with flaw ass niggas they misleading I f*ck you raw lil shawty but I can't leave in You gotta watch them rats, they be cheesy Bring down the whole operation for some Cheez-Its Junkies at the window, serve em' through the back door Birds in the bando Ho don't slam my door this ain't a scat This Lambo Punch the gas on this bitch the motor say I'm going ghost Feeling like the whole car bout to lift up off the road Feeling like I'm Sneak-C, pop a wheelie, adios Feel like my nigga Tyshawn how I'm running on these roads (Yeah) Exit 52 for my niggas back home (Yeah) Delray Atlantic for them niggas who don't know (Yeah) Saint Mary's baby, Da Ray raised a G.O.A.T (Yeah) A T L too live, that shit went crazy Can't forget my Thad bro congrats on your baby for real bro Shout out MikeDoza to Jell-O All them boys Joel bro Haha
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