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them on cots
Fucking that hoe and I love how it pop
Run up on me and I swear you gone drop
Swear you gone drop when you hit with this mop
I'm fucking

on
Clean up on aisle opp, get your mop on
Fuck all that, bring Big Tak home

Okay, they got me goin', opp pack smokin'
Loaded rollin', pistol totin'
Bitches

and bust it
Free all my Cs
And free up all of my 2s
If I catch me an opp
I'll grip on the mop
And lick a boy out of his shoes
I'm tired of beefing these

That shit ain't no average
Came a long way bro
Shoutout my nigga Dean man, shoutout my nigga Peanut
Yeah, let's get it, uh, run up on me and you

racks
'Cause I speak it fluent (Yeah)
Lot of ways of cash
He be up all night (Yeah)
He feel his time past
He livin' to die fast
Tied his boots and got

cannot trespass
Only focused ahead, I never worry 'bout setbacks
I'm headed up past the limits, headed up like a jetpack
I need a better perspective, my

up, I just need to be patient
They get to talking but they're scared it's all blatant
She wants my number, told her talk to my agent

I don't talk, play

gone knock thru yo speakers (And it's booming)
I'm on the court you a fan in the bleachers (It's amusing)
My bitch stuck up you can try but won't reach

Wrote this in the back of a car

I talk to the driver and tell him pull off

taking me up to a hidden location

I think to myself on how lucky we are

be carrying that thing across my shoulder
It'll wake a n***** up like Folgers
Fold them, don't know where he is decompose them
Holding my n***** down

mountains
The next one that's up, I don't give a fuck who's touted
Got it out the mud
Now I'm coming for blood
It's like the fifth time or sixth time but this

shit, you walk up on me, it's gon' make yo ass get back
Like Stevie Wonder I can't see
Why niggas be tryna be fake to me, this cannot be
How most these

the topic now. I set her up for the ball and she boxed me out
Keep a heater on me when I'm popping out. If it's a dirty scene, we gon' mop it out
Catching

A couple of bitches I keep 'em in stock
A couple of instruments stuffed in the trunk
I got a horn and my bro got a drum
Fucked up situations get sticky like

Pull up with the weed, everybody gon' shout Ain't nobody gon' tell you how much time on the clock
You gon' die by the crooks, I'ma die by mine I'ma

your
Whole house upside down
It's ok if you're having trouble standing up right now
There's a free spot in my clinic, I hope you find out
Because I got

standing with a smile
He could go and get them now, or wait a little while
But they time is almost up
They never came through in the clutch
The queen said

keep hating but I'm always down to ride
Pullin up rollin through the 101, from the bottom of the state to the top that's where I'm from
Posted with

acting like we not up on the score
Feeling like Cardi you bitch niggas say
That it's up then it's stuck we aint letting it go
He ain't tag me in none

to the cops
Cause everybody a gangsta 'til
A body really drops
Get up real close and watch his head go pop
Chopper long as a mop
That's the shit we was taught

This be that life every night how we doin it
I'm gonna set the whole world up on fire I'm grabbing a lighter I'm gon let it burn
Ashes to ashes these

stock went up though (ha)
He said now he want twenty thousand to get him gone (hahaha)
I said, "Last week, you shot a nigga over an emoji" (he did)

life was a race you know
God damn well that I'm taking first
Hate me? Well I hate you worse
Turn the bass up while I slay the verse
I formulate the words

I’m getting back to my self
I’m getting back to my self ughh
Light up the blunt hit pass it
Pass it right back to my self ughh
I’m getting back to my