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Turning up im at the kickback
Know im gonna flip that plug say I done went pro in gymnastics
Anything I want I put my mind on it im gonna have it
I just be doing this shit for the salary
Gotta get to it, in money I'm fluent I gotta be
Mix the assault with the battery
If you not a friend to me
in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
Yeah, yeah I'm, y'all know what it is
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm
Yeah I'm
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
'm filling up the bleachers now with this lil' crowd
Homie what goes up must come down
I'll probably go up but I ain't coming back down
I told them that
the mix but ion fuck with niggas
Clutching on my pole reach for me gold then it a light show
Lil bra had went and scored but this shit still ain’t goin
a daddy whose in the mix
And I'm be a husband who stays legit
And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above
The road that is wide and filled with self
shot, but spit that fire at her"
I see Pimp Ant, tryna shoot his lil piece of game
Big Chiefa holding down the whole city mane
Mr. Maintain said, "fuck it
thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica
No mess with stranger, no like imposta
Call me forecaster, we more like rasta
With the mix for ganja, I buy a lil
pros
I stay throwing up my shit but I won't take off
All et nigga rap and cap about is bricks of fentanyl
You know I hit lil Noah right when I go get et
you fade away money come every day
You can get it anyway
See I'm gettin' it every way lil Kodak
Salute me I'm Mr k where is my cape?
Super Koly save
on a match
You struck by lightning, frightening
Gotta be a Heisman
Trophy, low-key, the one and only
Slay a ho, play a ho like a oldie
Yup, and I'm dope like
a light show cost a lil chicken tender
And I pray to god every time I move get slime in a world of sinners
If you man's wanna get in da mix we ain't sparing
factors in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
Bo
Keeping our business down on the low
Sipping on Hennessy smoking on dro
High key I got it for the low
Just like Eddie baby I would go
All these
Bo
Keeping our business down on the low
Sipping on Hennessy smoking on dro
High key I got it for the low
Just like Eddie baby I would go
All these
got that swagger
The way she move it like a pro
Love the way she drop and get low (get low)
That's why I let her
'Cause I gotta get her home
Show
silence
Ima just sell em a dime
And be right back to you in due time
Nah lil baby I promise
She know I'm lying
She low-key violent
I keep my cell phone
Bo
Keeping our business down on the low
Sipping on Hennessy smoking on dro
High key I got it for the low
Just like Eddie baby I would go
All these
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
running round the town with this lil K up on my waist
You can't call me no p, because I ain't mr p
How you switch on somebody when you really needed them
Southside lil Kici
I showin em, Everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leanin in they seat
Smokin swisha
wrapped in
Plastic in a dump truck
Fuck, only built Diadoras
I pull up with a bitch
They thought it was Rita Ora
My lil' head buster keep
His tool ringing
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