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life, niggas be broken and know it ain’t right
Drug addicts, feigning and move in the night, poppin them perks and xanxs all the time 
Tryna slow down jus

My bitch crazy, you don't know about her
She's off four gin and tonics, I'm the whole bottle
Proven
Girl it feel good to be cruising this, I be

Ayy
These niggas keep on bitin' me like tell'em give it up
I'm like what up, then it's fa fa, I'm feelin' like nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules,

yea
He got some nerve I can tell by how you moving he ain't ever put work
Arch it for me
Pop that pussy give you something you deserve
Tip your toe in

rifle
And I know one day my daughter could win American Idol
(I see you girl)
I try to lead by example, that comparison's vital
Yeah, I got skeletons in

down the street"
I'll jump out on feet, I ain't gotta— nigga
Fuck a drive-by, I'll jump out on feet, nigga
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
Bitch, if you

a champ
I got stones on my belt 
hood know I'm Stamped 
I ain't ask for no help 
Picked up them loads 
Get em gone by myself 
Pass me that bowl I might turn

heart and mind, models callin' on my line
Commas ima find and llamas by my side
Things I had to afford
They can't light my blunt why the fuck would I hand

This what banging in the ooh out here
Pop that bottle issa yeager
All you mothaf*ckers all faded
취해 본 나의
Ladies in the room
We got bottles over

And you two was fuckin 
Girl save your breath 
Cause i don't want ya
I just want sex
One more time girl licking them breasts
And i wouldn't use you
But

righting some wrongs done by America 
Do you wanna break the wheel
Or still follow the model
Because I just caught my lil cousin at the protest 
Filling

Lil, stop playin' with these niggas
Yeah, Sharu, stop playin' with him
Alright, alright
No, you gon' stop playin' with him, homie

Yo, you gon' fuck

back from the loss

Brake out them racks 

Turnt myself to a boss 

 Yea RcW 

That's how they want it so I give

Raw

Fuck being around the bush i give

a provider 
Damn my dawg lost his life riding his motorcycle
Damn my other dawg got hit by a motherfucking copper
Opened up label but they aint wanna see lil

Popped up staying up pop socket
Got a thousand subs and it's been a trending topic
You don't want it lil mama you don't want it
Said this a rap song

the city yelling Go. 
All across the city they backdoor. 

Im a slimey nigga for show. 





Designer shit cost a lil mo. 

I can tell by your appearance if

gottem sayin "My bad"
Marry Poppins when I dig in my bag
New coupe but I don't need a Jag
Mustang but it need a new tag
Quick turn seen the cop on my ass

Pull out the lil tec then I take you for ransom
You got that smoke well I got that bitch to
My bullets be sticking they hitting like glue
Throwing these

Nigga don't talk when I'm talking
Not tryna marry I'm too busy poppin
This gun giving heat like uh' motherfuckin rocket
Live by the corner, these

new drip
Pop out with the gang
And shoot a lil movie
But we toting full clips
They say they 4L and they out in the streets man these niggas aint sold

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More Vision, break a leg, boy
Stevv

Smoking gas got her tweaking
Eating ass like Kevin Gates
Selling souls like Lil Wayne
It's fucked up by the game play

But we gone make it anyway
Top dog

hard in his teeth
For starting wit me
I’m just tryna get litty
Not my fault that his lil young bitch wanna Snapchat her kitty
I’m sendin my shot on her

(What's the plan)

Uh hot girl and her body be causing commotion
See them high rollers hollering and approaching
Pop pop goes the bottle so now we floating