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N' getting rich
Started spice talkin' but I had to flip the script
On sum coach Carter shit bro you know what I be On
All I care about is winning nigga

baby, so many things I wanna say
But I'm not good at explaining

Shower this shit into a song because my eyes, they been raining
Ever since my last

I'm the greatest let's make that shit clear,
When it comes to fight or flight my bite is severe,
Do you hear the words that I'm speaking into yo

I ain't listen to shit but I was acing all the test
She give me the lips and than she releasing all my stress
Come to my room we making a movie
Yeah,

to the test

That's your bitch? Oh, well
She asked me to link, nigga, you know the rest
Bitch, I'm cookin' shit up like a chef
I catch a opp in the spot, he get

But you can get popped by the real top killa
I'm talkin' bout the niggas that'll catch you at dinner
And shoot that bitch up and skirt off in a rental

on the freakshow runaway
Wonder how the cutaway would look or what her mother say
The bad man behind blue eyes
Oh, she a ten if we're talkin shoe size
That's U.S,

(Bwoh)
Snakes, all up on my fuckin chest
And they slither through my body
Ridin with my lil' shawty
But you know im not impressed
By you other lame niggas

through
I don't do talking if we ain't talkin the revenue
This side of me lil different it's a part that they never knew
Fuck a blog and a interview went

He a standby, he a lil hater, I'll stand by you when he can't be there
She like 5'5, lemme duplicate her
Them other niggas try to navigate her to a bad

all your effort
Cause the outcome every time is unexpected
Fuck that lil' fame, I wanted leverage

So I can levitate the Lambo by thumb pressin
I grew

(Man, I'm tired you niggas talkin' behind my back)
(You got shit to talk, say it to my face nigga, I'm done)
(I'm done, done with you fuck niggas,

we went to the Candy Lady
Hooping by McLeod, we was cap poppin
I was with my cousin, we was slap boxin'
I remember all them days vividly
Age ten, I was

you gon get deep
Keep talking (Uh, uh Yeah)
Keep talking (Woah)
Keep talking, yeah
If you talkin' shit we gon buss ya brain
I know my choppa love

' shit

Them niggas so broke, they came in for my outfit
Look up my neck and my wrist, they be dancin
Lil' Fana
Ayy, yeah

You my check queen, baby you my

not a boss
You a runner
Quit all that talkin

Catch me dolo

Stackin chicken
Fuckin bitches

This dick ain’t for free
So they pay me like tuition 

Keep

on this grind it's rewarding
She just fighting for attention
Begging just to get a mention
Replaying my song when it ended cause talkin is cheap by my convo

my lil' woot da' woot
I seen what you like
And I ain't ya' type
Say that I'm the realest that ya had
And ya' probably right
Ain't the one for games
No

your legs is hurtin
If you ain't got the herpes
You know you got the AIDS for certain (aww)
I just ate a virgin
My face is smirkin (aye)
Cuz daddy's lil

and scoring i'm takin every inch that i can get
Take advantage you foolish nigga i'm talkin shit
Gas bags on me
Narcotics in my body
I'm dropping bodies don't

Like ay replay that track
I'm by myself
 Eye want me
Eye wouldn't try myself 
He clout chasin
Post a nigga quick
Bitch how that Shoutout felt
On God

nothin'
Smooth when I'm high get a bad bitch blushin'
Not talkin one, man I get em' by the dozens
I just had a threesome damn, two cousins
Wardrobe lookin'

drills, I be aiming for the kill
Heard these niggas talkin' Jazz, yeah now we on their ass
They don't feel what I feel, told lil Shawty grab the wheel
Know

Biles wit that bag imma flip
I get live for them pesos
Taken trips to the A for the payroll
Oh and we got them cakes by case loads
Something put away in