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He on he who want no beef
Been up in the stu' I ain't get no sleep
Holding my nine I ain't pay no fee
Said he gon pull up well we gon see
I'ma pop this trunk then he gon flee
Look at my fit bitch shits on fleek
Got a bag of that dope and that shits gon' reek
Boy you better pay up I ain't got all week
He on he who want no beef
Been up in the stu' I ain't get no sleep
Holding my nine I ain't pay no fee
Said he gon pull up well we gon see
I'ma pop this trunk then he gon flee
Look at my fit bitch shits on fleek
Got a bag of that dope and that shits gon' reek
Boy you better pay up I ain't got all week
How long you had that gun for you ain't gon shoot
My flow so sick think I caught that flu
Why you wanna be me I don't wanna be you
Had to come back strong went back to my roots
Shut the f*ck up bitch you get put up on mute
Got money now so I'm eating real good food
You couldn't take 2 steps in my shoes
Why the beat so hot but my flow so cool
10 shots in a row XD got kick back
That girl a hoe you can have yo bitch back
I been getting this bank that big bag
I been popping this pill like tic tacs
Fucking this cash off 10 racks
5 percent tint, I ride in the dark
I'm sending my goons they rip you apart
They hit up yo line get the drop on yo spot
They mad that I'm winning I'm what you is not
And most of the time got that glock in my pocket you moving funny ima squeeze get you Popped
I will not hesitate run me my one's
You'd be surprised you might just get rocked
They be so mad at the way that I talk
Like 21 savage I'm making a lot I got 21 savages ready to pop
F*ck the police I don't listen
Watching my chain how it glisten
Call me vince carter cuz I got my wrist in
I put the ice on it shit finna freeze
Slide on this shit know you feeling my breeze
I do what I want yes I do how I please
I'm doing like 80 when I'm on the street
130 when I'm on the highway
Cops pull up I'm finna go faster
Lights on ain't scared finna go past em
I'm calm never confess to no pastor
Go home I'ma eat some shrimp pasta
Don't slow down till I lose the last one
Not slow on the beat neither I'm not done
I keep on flexing I'm showing my rank
I'm stepping through I step in like a tank
That shit that he flexing I know its all fake
Can not compare to what I had just made
Throw back to $wamp I be dripping a lake
Big dog big status I give and I take
Off of the jiggas don't hang round no lames and that bitch kinda bad but she really Insane
Writing this shit while I sit in the plane I can't wait till I land get that bitch out my face
He on he who want no beef
Been up in the stu' I ain't get no sleep
Holding my nine I ain't pay no fee
Said he gon pull up well we gon see
I'ma pop this trunk then he gon flee
Look at my fit bitch shits on fleek
Got a bag of that dope and that shits gon' reek
Boy you better pay up I ain't got all week
He on he who want no beef
Been up in the stu' I ain't get no sleep
Holding my nine I ain't pay no fee
Said he gon pull up well we gon see
I'ma pop this trunk then he gon flee
Look at my fit bitch shits on fleek
Got a bag of that dope and that shits gon' reek
Boy you better pay up I ain't got all week

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