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Get to the guap even if I can't count it
Quit claiming that gang sh*t, you is not about it
You talking tough, come here and shout it
She wanna be my friend, I doubt it
Twelve may have a badge, but they ain’t sh*t without it
Hoes be fighting, that weave be getting snatched
fu*k my ex girl, now she wanna act like she attached
You ain't attached to sh*t b*tch, we are mismatched
You made I'm saying this sh*t but I don’t care if you react
Pockets mad full, actually not yet, but they can
ni**as wanna hang cause they seiеng that I'm the man
I don't fu*k with the fake, thеy ain't apart of my plan
I don't do drugs, well I drink lean but I ain't popping no xans ni**a
He talking real tough, tell his b*tch to come get her mans ni**a
She want attention, for the gang, she can dance ni**a
He wanna fight, well he can throw hands ni**as
You a b*tch, still asking your parents for grants ni**a
{Outro}
Ay, cut that sh*t out, its over with