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I don't fuck with hoes,
Them bitches gon' fuck with me
I don't want no one on this fucking beat
I'd rather be on this bitch by myself
I don't fuck

jumped far
Over their side gate full speed like a stunt star
Hopped another fence, I ran by a fricken dog
Stopped for a second just to kick it in the jaw

put it back into accounts 
Every side piece asking for an allowance
Keep these old bands around like 3 doors down 
Got these beats by the ounce if you

Yeah turn me up some
Yo this like the 4th tape by now nigga, you already know I'm coming

Don't care if I live
They want me to die
If this is the end

this, right into my seams
I sew it straight just as in my dreams

A wife to be
A mother of three
A woman who'd conquer the world in a week
When I look

troublesome, now I'm in time out
Pick up, get up, and go
Be aware and watch your foe (four)
It's not safe outside that door
Watch out he coming for more
Stop

won't fold
Away from all the hate, I'm somewhere private by the sea
I can't tell if it's the truth when they saying they proud of me
She want one, but she

simulated
It's insinuated by the fact that everything is fabricated
Bakeracted
Now I know that I'm how Baker acted
So they found him layin' by the TV static

I wanna know what you're used to baby
Oh

Better lean on back 
It's full throttle to the max in the 2 door jag  
Dipped in all black gleemin' like

let go

Need me a hoe that roll cigarillos
And smoke cigarettes outside when the wind blow
Wait by the door with a blunt when I get home
And if I'm out

Welcome
Take a seat
Take a seat
I want all four of y'all to sit down
Take a seat, read the lyrics
And don't be one of them, "oh, I'm going to just

running
Three five of Mambas in the
'Wood got my head rushing
I'm two minutes into your song
You ain't said nothing
Looking down at the Apple Watch, bitch

heart for free

Are you feeling down? Have you lost control?
Is your life a mess? Do
Your friends despise you?
Well, here's one weird trick
Discovered by

, man that's rough get some better luck
2-2-3, knocking on your door, bitch you better duck
Bitch steady crying on my phone, I don't give a fuck
Ah, damn,

the signal from the crew
Time to make a move
So I spring out the whip
Bust the door in this bitch
I'm popping eighty fucking rounds
And them bitches going down

Let's head to your crib, you can jibber-jab
We'll head upstairs and I'll give it a stab
She took her panties off and the door shut behind me
Oh yeah, her

That I've gone through it (I been there)
I'm gotta let it all out by rapping through the music
Let the past be past be the past man
You live and you

don't idolize, now we gotta get the-
Who the fuck?
Where the fuck?
Am I shit, I’m fucking drunk
Did I do a crime?
Let me check the time
It is 3 in

down just to seek Your face hungry
Prayed three times a day
Went home up his steps
And wouldn’t stop giving thanks
When it meant death
Went to the lion’s

getting drop kicked
My mind is like the plot, I've never lost it
Real nigga shit, this isn't cheesy like Wotsits
Kicking down doors, I don't need no

miles offshore 

Open these heaven doors Let me be your mentor 



Here's number three number two and number one that me 


I'm cool wise and young My

Heat the gas to ignite that hate
We the by the fireplace
See the ash and revive that pain
Me and Shaggs gon' annihilate
Dilate, we cannibals, famished

what I told you but that shit was never set.
Spitting like I got the ring
On my way to Brooklyn
Down to last shots and you know you took it
Kyrie wit

here itching, dying to cut your veins like 'die, die, die'
Ayy, hear me well, pull those panties up and that crop top down
You not a man, you just