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Feel like a chopper, bitch
Cause I'm bussin'
My bitches related, they kissin' cousins
My nina be on it
That bitch ain't for nothing
I make her say

when I was like sixteen 
Imma get my dream regardless imma do it by any means

Applying all this pressure I do this shit on a daily 
Can't fuck wit

a couple bands

I know we could make some plans
I know that we could make it out

Love emptying out like a drought
Whole lotta weight but we making it out

many tooths out won't lie
Got respect in streets no gun by my side
Holla we dem boyz
See us better lower your voice
Im just saying its your choice
These

act
Try to beef over pussy, lil' boy dont get smacked
And yes, I spent your salary up on my tracks
Yeah, I spent your salary makin' it back Yeah, I

voice, feeling like Yachty
Take my swag, paste + copy
I'll be on the next by the morning
I'm sorry that I talk quiet
My therapist don't give a fuck about

feel me?

Parallel on the grind my Niggas fifty-fifty
My wheels up, darkslide you niggas shifty 
A couple scholars couple killers with me 
A few

lust
The erection of my knowledge can make a queen blush
Freedom in my world. The weather's never handcuffed
Over your head. You feel it when you stand

but I'm with my team and we count up these bands

Started sipping drinks and it's hitting yo system
Grab me by the arm and you saying you want him

need to keep the bands Tucked
If it ain't peace put ya hands up
A Draco never scared us
Why you worried if the block Bussin?
Altercation
You need 3

down but finally want more than just to get by
I gotta live life, wanna know what it feel like
I gotta live life, so much more I wanna get right
ooh yeah

streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin garments
like mink coats cuz she cut her pimp's throat

I sing along because I like the band

In my mind, all the time 
I'm thinking about your love, oh my heart aches
Every night that goes by
I'm thinking

more
Cause they be missing the show
You the main character like Marylin Monroe
When I be coming to pick you up in the two door
Then it's gas to the floor

Keep hearing how have you been n' where were you at
Like I been getting it in I been in the trap
Y'all don't know how that feels you been in the back

on scotch
Cause i feel like I'm 40
Breaking my my back out
Then go back to snoring 
I'm fuckin my body up
Then wake in the morning 
Relate a bit then i guess

and then I tweak bro
One shot at your hoe they might hit it like a free throw
Niggas they gon' hate all that bullshit but I peep tho'
Yeah, huh niggas envy

look, you know I'm not good at communication
But If I touch a beat, I'm the best communicator
Feel my words by my touch, not communicating
This deeper

Um
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Oh why I feel so good
A
Pretty thing ride out with me too
They must've got it all confused
Play with fire you get burnt
You know

I'ma get it on my own, I'ma get it by myself
I can't put nobody on, cause nobody came to help
It's so crazy, how they really change when you make it

gave him codes
Strict life rules
Must make it home by 9 pm
So he can sleep for school
Don't care if he's been blazing dope or sippin' on Azul
It's their

Gonna raise hell tonight just to feel alive
My heads spinning like a 45
Lead foot, RPMs in my eye
Screaming 110 in a 55
This life wont pass me by
Ive

bitches i'm bout my bands
I'm bout my mula
I'm bout my money, I keep it 100
I come with the ruler

My money forever living forever
Forever and ever shelther

don't do it now, you'll never get the chance
If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans
I still keep my money in a rubber band
with the pitchfork