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cap in rap
Real as f*ck like Cardi B
All these man just know bout verbal
Speak with chest like
Pardon me
I feel like Roddy Rich
Cah I came from down

sleep
Entity's like me
We feast on fear
That’s hidden deep
Don’t believe me
I can call on one
Your life will be ruined
Within the week
By any means
I love

should know by not that fuel can't melt the beams
But it can make 'em bend, losing structural integrity

Rot in Green
Rot in Green
Rot in
Rot in

Nostrum

really want ya
I think that I'm scared of getting married
Fuck it, baby, be my baby mama
And you could be my girlfriend just like Carrie
I know you get

Where the check where the check
Y'all keep talking bout a check
Yeah I hear it all the time
But where the hell is that shit at
Where the check where

the fuck
I'm sippin' on mud, true love in my cup
That's what's up

(Yeah, I'm selfish, yeah
Yeah, I'm selfish, Yeah)
Oh, oh oh (Yeah, I'm selfish, yeah
Yeah,

I said I'm goin' off of the rails with no Amtrak
Lil' bitch you know that I am that
Crazy motherfucker that be coming up quick
I'm tryna count these

si lo veo por ahi
Huh, una 40 bajo el edredón
Go... money, fuck!
Bitch I'm a boss
Cerrar el pico estoy en el jacuzzi
Norma 1 no confies en hoes
Mejor

be on on my block
We poppin a cop with a Glock
Even them young niggas givin shots
We gives a fuck about a copper, gettin our propers
By burnin cops

else
So used to betrayal that I work by myself
Some say it's sad well I say fuck you
I be pullin up on you wit my whole crew
If you think life's hard I

Daddy fucked with tar and that turnt mommy to a hooker
Them boys from the south fuck with slabs like a butcher
They salty but they lookin real sweet I'm

bitch 
DJ run that shit 
And can't nobody kill our vibe 
Homie we so lit 
Lit 
Lit
Lit 
Lit
Lit 
Lit
Lit 
Yo
Cant nobody kill our vibe 
Homie we so lit

I peel her banana throw bombs like Montana (touchdown)/I-10 by 10 slidin thru Louisiana (aye)
Susie choosy that's Susana (yep) poolside under

your bitch-ass never gonna make it
Don't look for trouble, that shit find me
I saw the devil behind me
I'm not the same, I'm handmade, no flaws
Ain't

stop like a flight on this bitch 

Don’t even know how to stop like a kite in this bitch I’m soaring in the wind 





And I promise my momma that I’m

the zoots by ounce"
Swear the tracks so loud, grab your tickets
Get the tour sold out
I put ten bags up on the table

Fuck the label, got the COD loadout

shit 

Hit this mutha fucking blunt 
And let's go fuck wit a bitch 

You already know the club lit 
So We can parking lot Pimp 

I be out there every

the envy
It's not little it's plenty
And all that hate shit ain't in me
So I treat it like a bitch and start to pay no attention
I just focus on digits

Dirty Sprite
I be sippin on this lime light
Ain't no cop
Turn left get yo time right
That bitch a ten
So I cut the pussy nine lives
Eight niggas net

the veteran better than all of you hoes
There's no telling when I’m 'bout to catch up and blow
It's irrelevant, 10% trying is all
That's a murder pen
Weapons in

This for all my girls who be on they grind
Stacking up that paper or just getting by
Levelling up mentally or working over time
Raising those babies

you on
She like, oh nothing
I’m tryna fuck (Boy pull up)
Who you with (My best friend)
I’m by myself (Okay come on)
At this point they both fucking
Pop

then I'm fucking, Bae give me that brain
Niggas be hating, throw dirt on my name
I really be thuggin, boy fuck is you saying?
Ain't going for nothing

at the Gala put on a mink
Lamborghini whip and that bitch a two seat ride around the world
Till the roads don't meet
Tryna make that body sing like Aliyah pussy