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in yo circle for
Fact nigga now excuse ma back, nigga
Please haters excuse my back, nigga
Wanna talk about this, let's talk about that
Let's not talk

can't be around me
I tell my youngins chill out don't sip mud if it's green
Not with the convo you not helping money increase
I know we the dogs
But we

science
too bad i got denied
i still drop by
let you call shots
first i gotta drop her off (just a friend)
and tell his ass knock it off
you know he cant

me wit' that "best not burn my burn my chips b"
Oh, so you don't like 'em crispy?
Hurry, I'm busy, miss me with the "miss me?"
Eyes still ain't rested,

off like Rick and Morty
Remember when Monstar said we Rick and Morty
Big ass baby by her lonely
Come on baby, come on, do my laundry
She tried to tell

Sitting in my room late at night I think of you
I think of late night drives wit weed, and me, and your favorite food
Sorry for all the shit, that I done

make it to the day
After tomorrow, follow my heart till its wits end
Just to let 'em know, stare out the window
Throw out my key woes to deny dirty blows

without a
Success ain't earned without a reckless vision
Better pour another soda get to whipping wit it
It's hard to tell what's the move and the path
When

the hoes tryna ruin my tell em that its

U and I
U and I  U and I
U and I

And I'm down to spend it all on my cutie pie
You get a beamer and a benz cuz why

Told you so
Show M'sieur what you've come here to show
Tell the boy what you know!

When I look at you, I remember Eponine
She was more than you

while a nigga here!
End of the year, I'm killin' 'em all (true)
Speak my mind, then I'm sendin' it off
Hittin' the booth
Smokin' like I'm chillin' wit

the color of my shoe strings
Aye, Something stocky for the mood swing
Aye, I be Prada stepping wit the loose change
Aye, Somethin' foreign where I lay

really Don't impress me 
Beat around my bushes cuz you know you can't address me 
Crib out in the bonneys 
Made it clear that you couldn't  sit wit me

get to it, Yh
I don’t pay no mind to no little dudes
Yh I did this by myself boy what’s your excused

Yh, we gon get to it
Bro get off your ass and go

Kopf platzt phone ständig am klingeln 
Been back bit em 
Been back du weißt whos wit it
Glock 9 shoot raub mir die Sinne

I Told you once ich hoffe das

fire
Bang bang bang
Now you're dead
Out comes red
Family post a threat
Rusty chop 'em in the neck
Finish em off wit the tech
Skrt off and collect

I cop a package before the next month I re up that's how money supposed to move 
Ya pockets on stand by accounts frozen money don't never move
I see

really movin' hashtags when I was trendin'
I could get endorsed by glad bags I made a killin'
And I can't save no bitch my boy I rather play the villain

but we climbing chameleon to the climate for a hundred billion im grinding hustle mode state of mind i'm in just trying stay my ass out the pen by

a motherfuckin' desert mirage
Smellin' so good like a red crosage
That's the way I fuck em' down
Climbs around by sound
Like how them whistles whip through

My bih' very pretty
Sleep wit' a face mask on
My bih' shake it like my mofuckin' mascot
She gon' rub me all up in her face
That's a apricot yeah, she

I was born for this

I ain't no gangster or no pussy, I'm right in between don't get caught slipping if you push me
By any means these dreams gone

your in the mix.
Live to tell about it that's a hit or miss.

Quickdraw:

It's that late night early morn,
Money shit that i be on champagne popping

even beat his coke headed ass
Think bout it often, doing harm cuz I’m controlled by the past
Got me scrapping wit my father while I’m coping with that