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Leveled up on my old homies yall still on the same shit
Hop in a coupe push back the roof now this shit brainless
Rocking designer I couldn't afford before I still can't even name it
When you get it on your own you ain't never gotta explain shit
Don't know what they on but they know we ain't going for nothing
I can make a signal in this bitch they blow it like a trumpet
Bro said tell the plug he getting money he ain't ever gotta front it
She told me she on demon time I told her back it up and dump it
They say its smoke then drop the lo on sight we applying pressure
We catch him and cut his legs off we all know he not a stepper
She know I ain't God but she begging me to bless her
She top me on the highway I ain't wrecking this a Telsa
My bitch catch me cheating ain't tripping send her to go buy a purse
Should ice a cross out since its been a while since I seen a church
Ya homie died and you ain't slide tell me why your opp not in the dirt
He got hit and told his man gone now tell me which one worse
My homie black out and start catching hats man i think he cursed
He say he like to get up close and watch they head hit the curve
I told him he a real stepper he do that shit without a perc
Tell him grab that choppa he gon pop ya he like to put in work
She say she on demon time I told her Back it up and drop it low
Left her on read when she said she ain't never gave top before
If shoot my shot It'll be all net like a soccer goal
Say its pressure when he see me nigga that's what these glocks is for
Leveled up on my old homies yall still on the same shit
Hop in a coupe push back the roof now this shit brainless
Rocking designer I couldn't afford before I still can't even name it
When you get it on your own you ain't never gotta explain shit
Don't know what they on but they know we ain't going for nothing
I can make a signal in this bitch they blow it like a trumpet
Bro said tell the plug he getting money he ain't ever gotta front it
She told me she on demon time I told her back it up and dump it
Steady sneak dissing on the net i guess he feeling super bold
We gon blitz soon as he touchdown but this ain't the super bowl
They like he getting money now I wonder how he do that
Pull up with all my jewelry on them bitches like who that
Say he gon step on me well tell that nigga he gotta prove that
Bro stay posted on the block you would swear that nigga knew Shaq
If I hold my wrist up ball my fist up you will prolly think it's snowing
She say I'm the hardest rapper out I'm already knowing
If I can't have that iron on me don't expect for me to go in
All in the mall with a 30 tucked like f*ck if it's showing
She want me all to herself when I ask she said she ain't got no friends
Bouji bitch named Mercedes but she never drove a benz
I don't discriminate but I can't f*ck unless that bitch a ten
Living wrong a pray the Lord forgive me for all my sins
All my glocks come with a switch I put them on all my gens
This ain't wrestling but free all my dawgs from out that fucking pen
Leveled up on my old homies yall still on the same shit
Hop in a coupe push back the roof now this shit brainless
Rocking designer I couldn't afford before I still can't even name it
When you get it on your own you ain't never gotta explain shit
Don't know what they on but they know we ain't going for nothing
I can make a signal in this bitch they blow it like a trumpet
Bro said tell the plug he getting money he ain't ever gotta front it
She told me she on demon time I told her back it up and dump it

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