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yeah, uhh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, ahh
I don't care, fuck you, the same shit about, like
You been lacking out cause the same shit as clout

in case I get merked damn

50/50 with my brothers
50 round drum if I run into some trouble
I don't sip lean that shit slow down my hustle
You standing

Started right from the ground had to build this shit up
Straight out Wisconsin the land of them bucks
Fuck what you talking I swear you ain't making

shit wasn't hard to tell
I give him facts when I'm on wax, this shit be hard as hell
This shit be dope as coke, bitch, I'm the biggest foe, you know
I'm

Mob, ayy, LOE shit, nigga
Know what the fuck goin on aye strictly mob shit (Gang gang gang gang gang)
Aye (mob)
Anti-social, but about that money, I

on a date Yeah, she ate, but,
you know I ain't put none on a plate
Gotta get good deals, I ain't getting taxed
Get them packs out of state, talking shit, you

coupe, might flip the tank, yeah (okay, yeah, yeah)
This shit too old
Like, where the roof go? (where the roof go?)
And I still don't know what you want

when we go slide
Got my shoes laced up

We parkin' shit, hop out the ride
Know I'm goin' to the door
I tell a bando, hit the side
Either shoot him in ,

shit pay out
I've been working OT, swear this shit is OD, they ain't give me no way out
Nah, they ain't give me no way out

Yeah, built this in the dark

Ayy, stepping on these niggas Necks Ayy, niggas swear they Bulletproof, don't even need a vest
Headshot, it's a execution, got this Shit up in

say shit
I've been posted on the corner, this some everyday shit
Serving hella fiends, run up on me, get a facelift
I don't really fuck with new people

hyna walking down right there

Nice-ass flannel, cute-ass dickies
No shit, motherfucker, and best believe you ain't touching this
This that pretty girl

some closure
I can't see just how you roll Baby, can't you see the pain over

Baby tryna get some closure I can't do this shit like Uber
I got all this

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yah
Yah
Tweet Mack
Let's get it
Oh you thought this shit was a game, but we ain't never that (Slat)
They know that we ain't the same,

Two sticks, two F.N.'s up in this bitch
We push shit like a scat
Know y'all done heard about the last opp
Nigga, we put shit in the pack
I see a 4 hell

Yeah
Yeah it's up
I count up the money and run that shit right back like it's a must
I never been one to go beef about no bitch
That's doing too much

Hold up
Who let me pop my shit?
Who let me talk like this?
Who let me?
Who let me walk like this?
Who let me pop my shit? (eugh)
New fit is straight

this shit is so cold
Niggas die over beef man that shit gettin old
But Imma do me and just stick to the code
My head down I'm grinding yeah I'm in that

loafs of bread

Thou shall not never try to fuck me over
It's off with his head
They know what's up, when shit gets stuck
We paint the city red

They say

that much to gain, but you know we had a lot to lose
Felt like I had sum to prove, heavy water we ain’t singing blues
Ain’t got shit to say, don’t say it

forward to
This wonderful thing we call life
Please forgive me for not being charismatic
and jumping for joy
because this shit ain't all it's cracked up

I got girl in Miami, I ain't talkin' no bitch, nigga, I'm talkin' that shit
Hit a lot of city girls, JT in the whip
I got girl in Miami, I ain't

shit out my mind
Tryna run it up before I run out of time
Won't ever switch up on none of mine
We cross 'em out if he crossing the line like
Do you want

This be dangerous shit
That be that oh
This be young dangerous
Lil bitch
Lil bitch mm
I came in talking That shit
The blunt is still lit
And my