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They all up on my dick I'm who they looking up Everytime she on her knees that's when she looking up Yeah I noticed that she nasty when she lick it up Better watch out with ya hands that's where my stick is tucked You ain't got no bands, you can't be with us Attempted murder, yeah I kill the beat for fun Niggas shooting like they Book, like they play for the Suns I don't listen to that chit chat, I been number one Underdog but I been moving like I'm winning sum' I been moving like a Thunder cat up in the Scat I been filling up the stats play where the Thunder at And I been making easy money, I ain't coming back I ain't fucking with that bitch, yeah I'm moving on Know they want me for that sack, can't fuck groupie hoes Yeah I be with bad bitches, get a lotta those You ain't got ya bag right, you be with stupid hoes (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) That's a sad life No I cannot give a bitch my heart, I live a bad life They see me with my hoes, they give me looks Like yeah she bad right Tryna stack my bread up to the top I got my bag right Bitches tryna fuck up on the kid Like what's ya dad like I been sitting back counting this money What's ya math like I be looking at em telling lies Like is that right I been tryna get right for the summer Get that sack light Yeah, It's been a long night Amiri jeans with the patches, pockets all right Only fuck with my day ones, my circle all tight Heard them niggas plotting on me, make a call right now I been all alone, I tell em I been alright yuh If them niggas want a problem, got a pole right now I might have to hit a nigga in his dome right now And bitch I'm high as fuck so please don't text my phone right now I can't fuck with niggas, thought he was my homie Bitch you broke as fuck, You ain't making no cheese And all the people on my side they left me lonely How you talking on my name, If you don't know me All that shit they talking, fake as fuck Money falling down like leaves, I fuck around and rake it up What you wanna do we fuck around and hit his face or sum We can go around and take him out like it's a date or sum Designer fits you know I got my racks all on my doly Hate it when they bringing up the past, cus that's the old me Bitch I got my lil friend, I hit em' like I'm Tony Know I be with Smoove and Clipzz, The gang, we like to roll deep Know I got some chains and Imma wear em' like some trophies If you talking to em' you a rat, don't hang with police Claim a nigga better, You gon' have to show me Be like Floyd all in them comments, I be acting like I don't read What you got in there I just do my dance just like I'm Uzi, too much sauce in here I just get to pullin up to Saks, I get to the coppin' there I'ma get my bitch the biggest bag, you get the biggest sale Ain't my homie By my doly Like I don't read Yeah, yeah yeah