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Now we driving in the foreign pull up in the motor car (hey)
Bitch quit complaining I ain't ever on the low (on the low) 
Only focused

crazy, go dumb, yeah
Niggas ridin', slidin' by, might take a bitch so keep her close
Y'all niggas ain't on shit, get back step back real quick

I am

money moves
It's the way that you ride
Mr. Show and prove
It's the way that you do what you do uh
I ain't playing games
Give me ya last name
Fuck them

you a breadcrumb
I can't fuck with no bitches less they thick as a honeybun
Li'l bitch, you ain't said none, you can't fuck with me cuz I am too random

too clean, when Im on the scene so you better watch out
I'm in this for love, I'm in this for money, lil' nigga, this not clout
And I go way too hard,

the hour (Hour)
Smokin' so much Sour D' I'm smoking so much sour (Sour)
I know I'm low-key faded 'cause my weed a lil louder (Louder)
Just chillin' with

the mix
You know that my niggas are dogs they gon' get at it just pass them the sticks
I'll never stop hustlin' till I can promise my grandson will always

you know that Imma sign that
Bad luck when you see me and bro riding in a black cat
Day ones by my side, keep it straight and never bent
Bought

platinum with a pc note cause nigga ain’t have no brick
Nigga try play on the low if nigga want smoke I’ma air like I had no clip
Nigga wanna turn to a hoe

leave it’s gon take my heart from me

Too much pain so I mix all my rhymes with r&b


And low key I’m movin’ more drugs than a pharmacy 

Tay Tay 

Died

Let me start this off by saying, man you fuck niggas some hoes
Get up close, turn that switch, man I open up that door
Pussy boy don't drop my 5, we

litty, I'm lowkey in the biddy.
Tryna stack up on this paper, do something good for the city.
Educate them on some shit lets make it happen get gritty.
Mix

Bitches doing splits on the dick for a tip
Think she finna be my girlfriend and take her on some trips
901 Beat Cartel
You're in the mix with the one

low
Watching everything thang moving hearing the streets talk
They said what's his name shhsh ahhtt I'm already on em
Lil dawg ran out town shit ima get

It's a Dope Fein Friday I'm all geeked up
Faced a wood by myself then I downed my cup
Freestyling over these beats damn I'm having fun

I

Free Nut and it's long live D-Loc
Rollin that dice, lil bitch that's Cee-lo
I'm the plug, lil bitch get a kilo
I got a bitch but I fuck on the d-low

low-key, and mind my business
Live out the burbs, trap in the trenches
Every time they see me, niggas asking for them pistols
Yeen got to ask, know I got

expected of me
Paying homage to those that shaped me as a whole
You could say there was flags thrown cuz it had me in a hold
Grabbed me by the soul
When I

on look, 
But I keep it real to my niggas we got a lil cypher,
If you still be asking who? Nah nah im blind i didn’t see that’s the deal,
Oh you be talking

5 duece Hoover
Still $1, 200 for the whole cruiser
Still do a drive by in the Uber
Head band but I'm not a fuckin' hooper
We trap big well mine a lil

South's on My Mind

Crooked Lettaz

Grey Skies

1999

done came and left
I'm by myself, with your traces 
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen

struggle, I done seen pain
I done seen trappers put dope in dey vain
I stayed up late scrapin dope like it paint
Mix it wit some NoDoz if you think that it

the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr

left them in the lobby
Yellow, Diddy, Noah, Notti
That's One of the niggas I smoke, Two opps they die by the poke
We three deep we sending them the low