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Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
and why you talking like that

I know they want you
But I'm eager to loved
By you, from you only you
Wanted somebody..
Craving for some
Netflix and chills
a difference the cook up is real
Why you think I'm in the kitchen?
Oh what a difference, yeah
Oh what a difference
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
I still
like a toothache
I take titles when I face rivals
It's my game, don't ever break my rules
Boy Better Know, you niggas ain't idols
Eyes wide open
I know
a swag like this, pockets on swoll Richard mille on the wrist 
Got me hypnotized by the way you kiss (baby)
Why the hell your ex blowing up your phone, he
my days 1s
Y’all know them my guys 

On the dark web 
Searching fa missing time 

I’m just thankful for the proxy’s
When I did all my crimes 

Thankful
If it ain't Balenciaga, then I want Ballantyne I put a Richard on my wrist, I'm eatin' cuisines
Tryna stay up to par, I'm flexin' with the teams
keep it simple when its complicated to
Tryna reach a milly that is everything I do
If hes got a Richard mille why he aint got time for you?
Tried
the game
But if i did i'd spawn a plane and fucking fly away
Take off in a ufo, i'm tryna fuck in space
Take it off, you know
Don't act like you got so
moving militant
Try it really a dummy
Watch ya back
I heard it's snakes up in the grass
Tryna bite my ass
Why they mad
Don't even know I'm tryna find out
you rock the Carti know you really worth a Richard Mille
We was in the condo, now I see you 'bout to get a crib
About that dollar mondo, probably why
wait for handouts
That's the difference of men (Shh)
I ain't bothered by the comments
I don't think it's my skin
(See, I'm good, nigga)
If it's an issue,
dick, nigga
Why your lame bitch on my dick, nigga
Why she tryna risk my wrist

Richard Millie on my wrist
I had to straddle with my wrist
Had a cop a 40
more than I need my liver will plead but truly it's never enough
Walk by in the club
Walk by issa
I know you get fancy
But slow down please
I know you
ain't malevolent by gunning you down
That's a simple metaphor, I've never purchased a round
I know what I'm meant for, at least I hope that I know
I hope
I’m Cold 

I keep it be real, if I blow I blow

When she rings unknown, she think I don’t know

She think I don’t know



I need me a Richard Mille rose
handlin' business
We go on a mission, we don't know no bitches
Now spend like a ticket, we goin' to court (yeah)
Dropped in the DM, like, "Fuck is you
I'm talking to alla y'all
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
What you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
Y'all don't know my
I'm talking to alla y'all
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
What you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
Y'all don't know my
nobel new 

Don‘t know where she went,
I really do not pop xans,
Nigga shut your mouth, oh man
'Fore I'ma billard, your head (and double ma)

[Verse 2]
(straight up)
Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in that four-door by myself
Know it's a hundred more niggas
see new money every time I pick my phone up (Hey)
And I know that tomorrow's never guaranteed
I gotta do it all before it's over (Do it all)

I don't
the rug you know
They say when it rain it poor
So if it's cold it just might snow
Y'all got the chills chill
It's just the anointing bro
What God tell me
it's undisputed
We ain't doin' all that, nigga
Stop talkin' to the police, nigga, we don't know, y'all
(I can't fuck with you if I don't know your

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