Like This
BlueBucksClan, Rucci, Mike Almighty
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Ayy, look I'm still popping pills Still sipping lean Still doing everything I'm not Supposed to do Everybody in the club getting tipsy Everybody doing drugs if they with me You throwing ones We throwing hundreds and fifties You niggas better run if you Ain't running with me Cash rules everything around me, I'm crispy You get me Krispy with that Kreme and you thrifty Bank off that motherfucking ye or I'm fifty Quick to hit a nigga with that K or I'm gone miss him Bankroll after bankroll, big spending I take hoes then replace hoes I'm that nigga Still getting jiggy off that jiggle I really ain't got no motherfucking filter F*ck you and motherfuck how you feeling If it ain't about a million, all them calls I'm just missing These niggas out they motherfucking mind I really ain't got the motherfucking time I'm known to bust heads, don't try me In the club with my bitch and My strap right beside me You know, it's Rucci, I don't need no ID Ayy, this beat bang, Mike Almighty Tell me why the f*ck would A young nigga trip? I'm getting money and I'm Fucking on your bitch You do what you want when You got it like this You do what you want when You popping like this Ayy, tell me how the f*ck A young nigga gon' lose? Ayy, you couldn't take a step in my shoes You do what you want when You got it like this You do what you want when You popping like this Drinking juice in this bitch, we ain't tipsy Pouring sprites 'til them bitches Look like Pepsi All blues in my pocket, RIP Nipsey (RIP) I was broke, all them bitches used to skip me Now I do what I want, now I'm picky Now I do what I want, they tryna get me She was cool 'til that bitch Tried to kiss me Only nigga on the East with a Richie With my nigga RuccDawg in the fifties Told my nigga got a lick, nigga We finna ball tell 'em like Deebo, nigga You gone get involved Bouncing out for them racks Like a tennis ball Coach wouldn't let me on the field Now I'm in the field Got me fucking with them strippers Like I'm dollar bill I bet your bitch fall through I feel like Meek Mill She gone suck it all night She just popped a pill Coach wouldn't let me on the field Now I'm in the field Throw your ass out my crib, bitch I'm Uncle Phil Your bitch really got some skills I might pay her bill She keep telling you she won't But I bet she will Got these Gucci shades on, I can't see shit Ray Charles to these hoes on some blind shit Bitch, I feel like Tony Allen I'm on defense got his bitch going long Tell me why the f*ck would A young nigga trip? I'm getting money and I'm Fucking on your bitch You do what you want when You got it like this You do what you want when You popping like this Ayy, tell me how the f*ck A young nigga gon' lose? Ayy, you couldn't take a step in my shoes You do what you want when You got it like this You do what you want when You popping like this Ayy, this beat bang, Mike Almighty
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