Be sum
ShwaTheKid
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Getchu in yo feelings when you fuckin with a boss Timing lookin different can't you tell I wore the watch Plus this purse lookin crazy could you tell me what it costs Cuz told me you funny, cause you hangin with the opps Yeah Plus we out here cookin up, n choppin bops yeah Chuckin up the Dutch, bitch if I'm rollin do not talk Fronto for the wood, I throw the gas up, what a toss N Caught another win I swear to god I'm gon die F*ck That Lil check, I ain't gon f*ck off wit a job Then Fuckin with the kid, I tell em nothin there's a line Got my Kodak for a pic, ion do nun for the live If I stay up on the block I swear to god I'm gon die Yeah, ion trust no bums, I Keep that Blicky on my left Yeah, heard you rotate friends, I love my boys here to the death And before I go full send, my ma would say like What's a Rep And plus I'm on bean, I think I prolly overslept Rockstar lifestyle iced out and my homie gotta Benz When I roll up in this bitch I'm prolly rollin off the ten Put the team up on my back like lil baby What a win F*ck you talkin all that for, you really make me nervous. But if you pull on me them boys'll show you where the curb is Bro's could you stop kickin all that blood up on my turban I might pop up on you bitches, pop a ten n then I'm swervin I don't trust no bitch, I'm certain First thing imma tell you lil bitch you got me pissed off Don't you try to play with me my anger make you criss cross Prolly wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my big dog Posted in my yellow fit I prolly look like christoph I just end up smokin with myself until the day I Worried bout myself I ain't that stressed about the GD's I just get the cash I give I a f*ck if I could DI Prolly end up back in Cali where I reside Actually feel the pressure, feels like walk-in on the ropes And I'm fuckin with my friends, like where they come from where they go They be swear I'm gettin paid, but where the cash, I do not know Got like four more my patience, try to keep that on the Low Yeah ion take no side road, take my money to the bank Got me chasin rubber bands, I'm finna stack em till they break Yeah I see em showin love but on my mama that shit fake All i did was make a sale, n all I do is celebrate I don't need no bitches on my phone, I need a re up Passed out n I feel I great tuxedo I hope that they sing about my old ideas Bitches f*ck around n text my phone side DM's Tell me if you ever needa plug Just know I be that I ain't boutta tell you where I was Just know I be there They be trynna catch me up in traffic Like I need that I was rollin gushers with my Shordy wit my seat back I was servin up, the calls been comin in all week and If you stoppin by I got you some for the free Bro's told me go full out for year I'm gon be somethin Plug just sent me sum'n but I don't know what it means Stash got me buggin I was tired n I'm geeked We knew you was cappin when you talkin through your teeth Don't take a lot you just gotta be sumn Know you Gotta be sumn Know You gotta be sumn
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