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you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lnae could get

on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my

bitch like  Madden
I was just trappin and then i started Rapping these niggas be cappin
Lil nigga what happened
You not bout the action
I pull up on him

went and rearranged
Tryna put me out cause a n**ga spit flame. 
Tryna smoke a lil green, need to maintain.

Tragedy, made me 
Ambitious, lil crazy.
Not

a circus
That lil nigga a lame he ain't worth it
Bad bitch I love how she work it
Speed it up slow that shit down then reverse it
Zoom

Ok zoom
Speed

It's been a minute
It's been a minute 
It's been a minute
It's been a minute
It's been a minute 
It's been a minute

I ain't spit this in a minute
By

for nothin 
Pull up nigga you know im dumpin
Ak it hol a 100 
Nigga I get miss nothin
Talking tuff but u really bluffin 
Disrespect by any means lil

rappers just want to get By but Ima run it up high
That’s Why im approaching the game a Belligerent
Encouraging the pain Wit an ignorance, these are

She better stop bluffin' I need her (bitch)
Yea come and ride in my two-seater (huh)
Tryna show you something that's a lil sweater
But I promise

Don't be mistaken by the fashion 
I look like Tupac I got thug passion 
I got the freshest drip ya
I got Rudest click ya
I got the meanest grip    
Stay

You Bluffin

Knew from the jump
That he a stupid man
Yea I need some money
I need stupid bands
Yea that boy all in love
Call em cupid man
Yea one shot

throw 25 thats 50
Not bluffin
You on nothin
Rizzy pull up, hit you in ya muffin
Got a baddie, I aint doin no cuffin
In Gananda, I seen you was runnin
No

Now back to discussion 
I’m tired of all of dat bluffin
Open and ended discussion 
And when im in public
Don’t act like we cool lil nigga
I just be

We Started off as lil niggas riding dem bikes 

When we pullt up on em side blocks u started Dem fights

And I always backed yo safety like da top

Keep the grip in my hand I ain't fightin or tustlin
He a strand niggas dyin for bluffin
I do not understand why ya niggas frontin
Fuck your mans he

don't call her a bitch
Lil mama keep hittin' my line and I know if I dub her she throwin a fit
But baby i'm home I'm takin you to the designer store throw

those eyes (Get those eyes)
And how you changed my life (Change my life)
And how you do that lil hair bun (Do that lil hair bun)
And how you ain't really

think I'm soft because the suburbs that I stay way up in
But that is false and I can prove it if you say that again
You could get lost by taking walks in

he talk shit, he gone by tonight
I keep a pole, I don't like to fight
Back door open, I gotta move right
He movin' slimy, so give him a wipe
I'm goin'

See I'm like Do or Die, who the hottest youngin' in the city? I'll let you decide
Fuck the opps them niggas broke,
them lil' niggas, not foolin' mine

Eighteen, blew a ten, in the yams a nigga lit

Please don't even trip, I don't even really wanna fuck your bitch
Remember puttin' pressure lil dude and then

get duffy, I'm bustin' my iron
When I'm dumpin that Glock, it ain't shit on my mind
Nigga, stop bluffin', try runnin', got head from behind
Ain't no

it won't never go
Lil brodie always jumping in
I guess he made a steal
The way I be driving this la SRT, I got her ill
Lil girly she a junky
I ask her

on the bluff-in
So tell me yo mental. Wssup?
You, yo man's gotta hurry it up
I don't stand but I go through enough
Pop an zan when that timer go off
I'm the man