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dick
Remember you ain't put me on your playlist
I'm back up in my telfy, nigga, I been patient

Now you mad it's your best friend's favorite
I know you

that you're a faker
A faker
Just a faker

I just made a song and now I'm making another bop
I'm a hit with an unused butter sock
All this talk on twitter

hit EN Dos 'cause I need me some more (I Do)
07-Tres is too bait, need new phone (I Do)
Que lo Que Baby when I swipe and hold
Hello?
This has to be one

again

Take a hit out the blunt then I pass it along
In the booth got my eyes on a bad girl
And she staring at me while I write this song
Bad boy stuck in

myself back there, yeah
Those them good good times
By now
Most of ya know that
I went back to school
Five years ago
Studied audio at REC dubba you
Know

reached 21

You ain't never seen no bullets in the dash
Of a rented car
You're lucky you ain't hit but you still gotta take it back tomorrow
I was hustling

to the boy, you better come correct or you know that it’s on sight
Like a red dot
Me and my niggas, we come with the accuracy so it’s nothing but headshots

I make that stick swing, batter, batter, he a lil boy to me, he ain’t a factor
She just a vibe, she don’t really matter, I cut the top, call It

Pin a nigga Kurt angle, sextape got 3 angles
Yo bitch chubby wit some cankles, is that why her head by her ankles
Posted up on the block, now

that's where you're going wrong
It's more demons than angels in this biz, you're on your own
Wanna hit the big screens switch your sixteens
Get some slim

showing up 
Everyday I'm learning something I don't know enough 
I hit my nigga C5 he said it's going up 
I'm use to getting fast money it ain't slowing up 

it like I packed a lip
Central PA white boy in me and I would never trip 
Cause now I want y'all ripping up your rhyme books 
Threw on Jizza's new tape

should inspect the deck
Cause I know Ive been scarred
By the fake and the fraudulent
Made it through the maze of mistakes and my arguments
Punks had me

I'm from the trap where you ain't from
I come from the trenches my nigga the slums
Fuck yo man crush that nigga a bum
Shoot with the AK it hit like

LA, boy (wooh)
By now, he higher than Michel'le's voice (hehehehe)
I don't know what ya read man, but let's get dirty (yerrr)
If you know the drill,

bout

Cause my soul got stronger and I felt like a man now

Puberty hit me it's so much that just stands out
 
My mind still sits wondering what's

the one for practice
I’d never know if your words would be backed by actions
Or if you take back your words and your actions are backwards
Yeah. It’s like

Tango It take two to tango, I hit that bitch like a mango

She wanna be in the zoo yea? 

Pink body like a flamingo 



Yea okay 

I was just rocking out

as I tell my story, watch it transpire
So I'm burning all my bridges, watch me light this bonfire
A couple boys I got to address, if I haven't already
I

it's a slutty Halloween
If she a slut, then tell me what she'll do for me

You get shook by them boys, they gon' tell you it's aight
Is you scared

bout dat broad you betta keep her at home
Cause she'll get gon when she hit my zone
It's on it's on

[Chorus] - repeat until the end

should inspect the deck
Cause I know Ive been scarred
By the fake and the fraudulent
Made it through the maze of mistakes and my arguments
Punks had me

five
(Didn't not one of you motherfuckers listen to a real nigga)
I'ma murder your top five
(Now I'm on your ass, boy)
I'ma murder your top five

I tried

Youngings let the guns bust
She tryna be my love bug but I Don't really love much
Foreal though
See im up now she hang it ain't Real though
Run it back after