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drip
Only 16 years old but my neck is so cold me and mo in the studio we boutta go gold got our eyes on the prize we are shooting for the skies best be

be calling him chowder
By the way that he hustles
If you ain't bout your bag then
You ain't gotta trust em
Pussy boy think I'm bluffing
But my stature

hope you taking notes
Johnny Appleseed running for mayor and they taking votes
Got a shooter on my team that's serious, he can't take a joke
Damn, that's

with you
Try in front of the world
To win the sky

Since the beginning of the universe
Here to defy all these littles
Bitches obstructing my purpose
Not

got the money coming through incredibly
Got the bitches too... it’s heavenly

Pull up in a foreign, yeah you know I got that
Got to have that

Imma

with me?
I ain't trying to waste our time, but I want you by my side
Can you be my right or die? And if is fake
Stay the fuck away, away, oh away
I can

cant leave you home baby
I go you go 
You by my side
No i wont lead you wrong baby
You good 
You got mob ties
Bet if im fly 
You fly 
I Make you Shy

can't fuck with none of these bitches
And these pussy boys always just stuck in my way
Push a foreign lane to lane
I pour a two now I'm sane
He catch

the summer up South padre in a hummer truck 
Got a mansion, 10 bitches, on a island we high as fuck 
Back to the crib start playing pool got in the pool

is
Meeting with the goonies so we searching for that booty
Acting stupid with the motherfucking fellas
Bitches wanna talk but they never wanna tell us

Verse 1:
Calling all my Queens 
Who turn up and hit the mufuckn scene 
On tha liquor or she like to hit the green 
Roll up 
If Hennythang can happen

was busy
She was all for it had that hoe on all fours
I just grabbed that bitch off the glass like the backboard
She knowing she my rebound she always

Uh
Off top, no cap
When you hittin' these bitches make sure you wearing a hat
Skinny bullIma'make sure mypockets fat
When it come to mygame just know

for a while
How I used to make you laugh, make you smile
All our memories in my thoughts right now
Mike Amiri please, Givenchy like how
Yea it took me

Like toast woah
I do what i gotta do
Kill all these fucking fools
Chill by the damn pool
With these bitches and my crew
I gotta move 
I gotta move
I

the map 

Sold it by the sack, focused on the racks 
Got packs for the low low bitch no cap 
Cut off the bozos than got stamped 
I been on my solo tip in

like bitches, watch 'em get to kissin'
Like what, what the fuck?
Smokin' the oppy's that got turned into dust
Pass Hotzz the knock, he throw bullets like

Always tried to leave my mark 
But I was never chosen 
Keep the currencies going 
Follow me P150 is loading  
See charts like Murder 
Murder by the four

relate to some bitches
Shut up
You shut up I'll kill you

People say I act nervous
But I just do my best
And I think I do just fine
Blending in with

skyscraper
Hope it lands on someone's dinner
I don't give a fuck
Woke up thinking about them bucks
Bitch by my side she give me guts
Bitch wants to die so she

Aye abdul pulled up and he brough a lil tool
Aye yeah aye i smoke dat backwood for dat pleasure ou
I roll dat joint up wit dat zaza and we smoke it by

back to my ways this time its different though
I had you right by my side
Rain snow sun we would ride
I know I'm cutting up I'm faded whatever you call

Bitches stop and stare
Calm ya thoughts, relax ya mind
Meet me by the kitchen
I'll freak you on the counter
We can party
On the weekend, shawty (shawty)
We

this life I never cared
Yeah I be poppin my shit like everywhere
You know I stay lit like a flare
Yeah keep talking that shit you get dropped like