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Yea Yea
I was like uh
Leave me out to die
By my side
Where was you at?
Like where was you at?

I get them racks yea
Why these bitches all on me just

after
Multiply the factors that make the pockets fatter
I only want the cheese, y’all keep the beef & tea
Cause if ya gotta burned, lil buddy 3rd degree
I

don't blend with 'em
Gotta keep a burner on me like I'm Mr. Smithers
I'm feeling like none of you niggas come as advertised
Bunch of killers with no

to Texas, straight diamonds skip the gold
Great timing don't miss the goal
You talking to Mista chose
Shawty you gone ride? Stick by my side
You gone be Mrs

You get more for your money
When you fuck with Mr. Porter

Yeah
Tweak my vocals just a lil bit
Yeah
Turn me up sound man just a lil bit

Good

(Singing by Ronnie Spencer)
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that I'm a G
Hey, Hey, she's peepin me, she's peepin me
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that

I know you aggravated you'll get your time
By then I hope your mind is activated
Overcome tasks, we grew up fast
That's just the saddest statement
One

Yeah mr c4, so stay dangerous
For sure (You know) it's Big 4
(Just pay the guy)

Ayy, I might call that bitch
When I'm tryna fuck
Ayy, I might cop

jeans
Still tryna get a gift by any means
So I went and made a deal with Mrs Clause
Taught me how to bag Santa, hold up, pause
She just meant that I could

She said she gone eat the team
Bitch swear?
There gomy Amiri jeans
Right there
Got the Dirty glock bitch Im Mr clean
Serving Os by the load feel like

war time
Give me four 9's
Like a Jordan comeback, I sport a fo' five
Carbon 15
This ain't Fortnite, no

Laurent wit no socks
Lil jawn on my top
She

motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip
Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice

And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine
Bagging weed, will

im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker
come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya
and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya
turn u over like

]
It's a quarter to 3
And I'm about to go
Ey Mr. DJ please, would you throw my record on
Cuz the girl on the flo's lookin right (right),
and you've been

are new u might extend a red carpet Smokin sherbert lil nigga fuck the cigarrets
Got couple G ties aint even talk bout it
Look what i got on my wrist

I’m killin shit
You like dead presidents, yeah I’m with the shit
Ironic Mr. Franklin isn’t on the list
That’s a hunnid, the top boi I’m coming
You not

I'm just living life, honey blunt, sipping Sprite, richer than my vision I

Yo I was watching the world pass by 'till one day I woke up and took

Suck on her titties like sippy cup
She know im staying on my grind
Been by my side since the come up
Bitch I dont need no stylist
All my niggas we

age Mr. Shit u cannot fool me

Don't u ever false claim on my name
Don't claim GDN if u not in no gang
I'll spill yo fuckin brains, fuck yo sister

smoke exotic 
Weed john lennon shades on me feeling like im mr clean 
I aint no lil baby but a nigga drip is on infinity yeah they 
Call me luci cause i

Put the gas in the air i can start a hurricane
Smoking on slurricane committing suicide by the dutch
Bout to blow my own brain while I'm getting

talking about practice
Smack a motherfucker with the Ratchet
Chase them with the cleaver I'm mr
Hatchet
I got more tools than inspector Gadget
Stick to your

My alarm clock is
Cash app deposit alerts
Mr Bennett
When I'm at the bank making withdraws
MK white tee gotta match my draws
Just a lil something I

(Talk to em Jimmy)
They don't tell you bout the nights full of doubt tho
Or how you finna get Rihanna on the outro
I'm just trying to get a south by south