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fmk Herron

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I'm with a bitch so thick she trying to do thangs
We in the whip the ceiling missing like 2 Chains
She giving brains in the range while I'm switching lanes
Stay on some pimp shit could never be a fucking lame
Stuck in the game
I'm from the street so all I touch is cane
You want some beef
I bring the heat like I'm LeBron James
Leave no witness
I'm bout my skrilla so stay out my business n**** it's like a killer on the mic how I spit this
Ayo these bitches they love me
But these suckers be hating
We out here making this money
You muthafuckas keep faking
We taking trips out of state Trying to make some more paper
Coming back with more cake And extra clips for the kater
It's eight o'clock in the morning I'm still up cooking this crack
If I'm not in the studio
Then I'm back at the trap
Stacking this money getting high bitch roll up the blunt
Until I die I'm a grind like it's the first of the month
Now holla back
I know a bitch who suck a dick for some Reebok's
I got a goon who'll kill some shit for a G-Shock
We in a drop with some beat you hear from three blocks
Right up the street from the precinct where you see cops
It's every weekend we creeping
we deep in the club just popped a molly now she geeking
If she peeping I'm speaking in tongues the guns a have her leaking
Smelling like kush reaking collect the money like a deacon
I'm on that OG baby yes you can bet this
If I'm not mobbing to Mozzy I'm in that Lexus
If I'm not leaning in Cali I'm out in Texas
If a n**** hating on me he must gotta death wish
It's the freshest from the west bitch
Now get my name tatted on yo ass and left tit and let's get busy
Sipping ciroc til I get dizzy
And I'm shipping shit risky until the cops come and get me
Holla back
I don't play games I'm bout my money n**** from the start
Them suckers lame and hella funny like Kevin Hart
Don't get it twisted when I'm wicked push up on the scene
windows tinted when I'm in it kush up in the limousine
Just trying to party like Charlie Sheen get naughty with your shorty keep a forty with a beam
I got the flame and the kerosene
fence to blow this muthafucka up like a flying plane
Team Herron and I'm dying to kill it
Got some dope cooking up and they fry in the skillet
Man these bitches lying I feel it and my nine fully loaded and I'm dying to peel it
Stay on the grind I get it and I shine all the time cause I rhyme when I spit it
I'm on yo line forget it
Ain't enough time for you to hide when I ride you finished
Now holla back

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