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pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this

getting back
Somedays it's slow somedays it's fast
This is the trap
Somedays it's slow somedays it's fast
This is the trap
Somedays it's slow somedays it's

Money the only option
Pop out with 2,000 in my jeans thats just the back pocket
Diamonds dripping all up on the floor
Wet sign they need to mop it

wanna get high
Told my mama Ima ball out
So you know I gotta ball out, 
Lord I don't wanna just get by

Lil shawty like a Rainbow, and you know Im in

through ya phone i ont need to lurk
If you want another breed hope you make it work
Neva find another me ain't no reimburse
I can't let you get it back i

heartless, more life hold my wrist up
She rob me for my love, I feel like this a stick-up (freeze)
Yeah, it's Lil Uzi from the sixteen
Grade-A bank account,

back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em
Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I'ma Bake a lil' cake for em
Yeah Yeah
They

you drunk then drink a lil more
If you high then smoke a lil more
She moving like a six4
She make it bounce then drop it real low
She hit the switch

93 Oktane
Still up, can't sleep, fuck sleep
I been going crazy going bat shit
Lil bitch if I hit it I bat shit
Got back on my rhythm
Tapped back In

that's OK

Like some mobsters mobbing
Hit a lick I rob em
The captain is back on deck
She dolled up head bobbin
Bitch you know that I'm Da Vett
I got da

Wildin' by myself 
Don't worry bitch be right back
Oh yeah
Ey yeah
Oh yeah
Ey yeah
Oh yeah
Ey yeah
Oh yeah
Ey yeah

YNGTRK boy he killed this
Bringing fire

Wildin' by myself 
Don't worry bitch be right back
Oh yeah
Ey yeah
Oh yeah
Ey yeah
Oh yeah
Ey yeah
Oh yeah
Ey yeah

YNGTRK boy he killed this
Bringing fire

Boys kickin back layin in the shade 
Aint nobody trippin cuz the tithes already paid
Boys kickin back layin in the shade 
Boys kickin back layin in

don't care about bitch or that little ho, I tell her back off
Up my rocket and I'm gonna make it blast off
Imma chase bag, never chase a bitch
He won't

Yeah, it's the north meets the south
Some chill shit I come from the eight five O I go by Orri Wit Da 40, Yung Lil
I'm tired of all these cap ass

ain't on that type time ninja
Fall back like November, and stop lying, lil' Simba
She just trying to blow down trees, I'm bringing timber
Would have you

Walked in with ten rubber bands
That just mean it’s ten
Racks in my pants
Watch how you talk to me lil bitch
I’m not your friend
Takin L's ain’t in

(mine)
Yeah, it won't define (won't define in a London state of mind)
But it's Christmas time

It's Barack on the mic and we're bringing it back (yeah)
Got

cooling by myself you get behind
I'm switching lanes
I just feel like ima demon if it's smoke
I'm bringing pain
Why you tryna hate on me
Go get some money

You ain't make it if yo brotha still up in the pin up

Still Black

Even if I'mma make it, I'm bringing all my shit back
Yeah I'm bringing all my shit

What did I just spy with my lil eye
I caught a fuck nigga tryna pray for my demise
Slow it down lil baby we gon catch 'em by suprise
How I'm feel

gone take it with us
The white get her right, yes
Make her feal a rush
Let's party like we was on Lil Wayne's bus
Respect another nigga city like I do my

smoke that you puffing ain't really it little homie
We'll have you running we gunning
And let me tell you lil' pussy we aint aiming for feet
Have your

a witness
(Sit back)
Talk went south and now he tryna say
I’m not worried about my chickens
(Wack)
What you owed me I counted
Don’t worry bout it nigga Ima