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Akachi on the beat, lil' bitch
Oh‚ yeah‚ yeah bro Cliff with me in the booth
Ooh‚ haha, yeah, bitch
My dot red‚ just like Clifford
That shit is

Oh I see you popping baby it must not be hard
I get in on entry no telling where the keys are
Well he's winning the race it must not be hard
I ain't

send hollow at cupid
I can't get her out of my head
She had me thinking it was something
That it never could be
Oh no
Fuck you bitch ur just like rest

the change
(Gee, vey) CDG by DJ
(Play) No check but still get paid
(Oh A) My cut is my domain
(Yuh) Fuck outta here, bitch
(Who the fuck are you bruh?) You

(Sanbra fie, Sanbra fie)
I'm moving by the sea (Medofo ba)
Oh, baby we should meet (Gyata no gugu hɔ)
Get a feeling sometimes I don't know if I'm where I

ballerina I don't need no flashlight
Brother Face Timing me oh he got a Benz aye
Big big shit talker I be swerving in the fast lane
I don't fuck with bitches

(Oh, I said)
Rupture his anus ain't givin him mercy
All the shit in his ass look just like a Hershey
All these lil pussies don't want smoke with me
You

ain't no archin involved
Push to the limit and um not Rick Ross
Niggas can't see me they walking through fog
Forget what you see if you see um involved
I

bitches we known from way back

Making mo hits cos thats the koko,
Wonti gbe pulpy da si coco
Popo tryna capture me !? Oh No!!
Feels like GTA in Slow Mo
Now

rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day

On My On
Here we go again, damn lil' baby, where you been?
Man, I really hope they free my niggas sittin' in that pen
Rest in peace to all my niggas, oh

got no time to be playing
Everything’s on the line
I ain’t taking shit back
I’m standing by a real code
Remember way back
Boom bap
Since a lil bro
It

you can
I got a lot, but I'm still chancin' (yah-yah, yah, yah)

Waste no time on the west side
It's so fly when I'm inside
Tint so bright on my lil

of high school
But they doctors using bullets to prescribe you

They love it when that coroner describe you
Toe tag, was tagged by four rags for cold cash

to paradise
Aye, I can't put you on no lick cause you might fuck it up, bitch
I might put her on lil bro The way she suck it up, damn
Bet It all in the streets

Oh, cause I made it
How could you hate me?
How could you hate me?
Why would you hate me? Oh, cause I made it

I the one taught you how to
Make all

to go and get it that's the way to be a boss
They listen when I talk, and to let y'all know ain't no way I'm falling off
I'm bout to go take off, I really

do the time
It's me and my gang, it's do or die, ain't no snakes in my circle, get penalized

I be missin' my pops, look to the sky, on my head, a lil

ranked
And you can ask my ops bout me oh they can't even say
1ST48 that's built by T boy don't you even play
You know I really spray aye
Really spray aye

and Kanye's rhythm
Is it true that you dickride Lil Dicky like he's God?
(Did somebody say original?)
No! That's what you're not
Switching up, ruptured ass;

to the moon
Ayy, like who you talkin' to?
You don't see the-
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Oh yeah, ooh, oh no, ooh
Ayy, ayy

Hmm, I ask that bitch like, "Who you

Joey
Graah, graah, boom
He got hit in his muffin no scuffin
Big Die 4 Kyle dumb as my cousin
Try to run down its gonna get ugly
We on the book tyrna

Baby wanna
Oh, oh
Real shit
Turn this shit up
Uh, uh
Baby wanna try to fall in love
Baby wanna play them games cause she ain't saying im enough
Uh,

Oh my goodness, Chris, you made this shit
Right here with it, huh, shit
Oh, we right here with it
Ever told you I'm down to step for you, I'm still