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Going up first floor (Ayy)

This P4K, you can call me another day
A hundred somethin' rounds we dumpin'
Left his body by the lake
You tried to save him,

singers up
Show out with both your third fingers up
One thing you can bank on is you ain't going back to the bank unless you're telling 'em what to do
Hands

and get paid
Big house, big chains
Big whips, big things
Big pockets but an empty soul can't fill with diamonds
Spit back at em like orthodontist
If you

like bruh man
Coachella overseas feeling like Summer Jam
Master P all about it
Got so many clouds around me
Had to cut 'em off, see
Feelin' like they

to hit the organs every time at 40 paces, it's important
I can't explain why now, by the way
Legs in a crate delivery by today
If a uniformed man knock

then you'll remember me

Yeah they'll remember me
I'm sliding with a stick and it came with a beam
Too many haters on the net man get 'em off my screen
I

at your next to kin
You might think all of this is out the question
I'm just tryna get them digits for your best friend
I heard she go crazy where your best

want now
Grab da pump now make em duck down
X done got me laughin bout cuffin
I skip da subject
Cuz im off not on
Least thats what she said
When she left

Then fire out ya cylinder
Hit 'em with that spray starch and iron in the stiffener
Practice what I preach my son just come and see the minister
Ask me

that he missed
Envelope sealed with forty of them bands
Found em butt naked, pool stick in his ass
Dope spot hot, only right that we crash
Knock knock,

one roll
Don't get cracked around this bitch
My chain hang, we gangbang
I'm on that money route
Brother told me rock these shows and
We gon' make it out

just having fun
Being me
Got with that girl
Had to keep a discreet
Or else all these shawties
Start losing their mind
10 out of 10
Only keeping these

can’t see
No nigga Fucking with me
4 hits, 4 hits, yea
A knock out ya teeth
Know sum niggas that's banging that 5
Wen I call up my folk, they ready

hating
So I can take 'em out
I hate how they rap
So Imma break they mouth
Take a trip down south
You don't know what I’m about
I’m the illest from my side

on a papa chase 
Leavin em laced got moves to make
Im staying high like fly for life
Cant get by just to maintain

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an RT, hit me
I be sippin' Chandon
Your broke ass sippin' Rémy
Call 911, tell 'em
"Give me" 'cause I'm on one (Huh?)
Dripped out at your bitch house
You

should learn to hit the organs every time at 40 paces, it's important
I can't explain why now, by the way
Legs in a crate delivery by today
If

up my grades
So I picked up instrumentation and
Hit the track with a passion
They couldn't match
I was racing
I hung out with black and brown
But

a killing machine
Don't really mean it
Just trying to blow some steam
You crying now while you clean
The mess I made with your genes

10 minutes out
Now
Wow

gotta keep some balance

Of the pigments of the melanin
cnd I'm hit now with adrenaline
Skin to skin and we're going in
But we're out the door, took it

to the patient lucky for me I did some extra waiting
I treat this shit like my kid I guess you could say I'm a pro at creation
I had to X em, I do this serious no

it)
The guns out, by the way she be sprayin' (Krr)
Buss down, pretty face like a painting (Wow)
I like spinach and the greens in my bankin'
Your bitch

wake up
I live like I'm paid
I let go of normal shit i got a bag
But it ain't no need to brag
Cus it's always more to get
I look out for all of my
People