n***as got dis an dat to say (adrian swish)
Who me? They talkin bout you smooth (who me)
n***as be runnin they mouth like news crews
I got b**hes, gettin hits like blues clues
We just tryna figure out now what we gon’ do to em
It’s no stressin ova dumb n***as stackin on they deficit high
Just so I can look down on you bum n***as
I’ll neva run n***a or hold ma tongue b**h
Hit a b**h, get a b**h, sprung quick I’m done wid it
We out here, n***a! you not here n***a
You lookin fo’ backup, betta back up n***a
Got some burnt out n***as that’ll act up n***a
Bottles come heavyweight, an dese s**a n***as they hatin
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I ain't trippin or anything, not stressed or bipolar, all I’m worried bout is paper
I’m in d fast lane, headin to d doe, what you sittin fo’ let a n***a know
Yea homie we be out till dawn (get doe! get doe!)
Yea homie we be out till dawn (get doe! get doe!)
Here I go, ain’t turnin down nuttin! (nuttin)
Got ma dallaz up so dese n***as steady fussin
Need you some b**h? (what), actin like a rachet we know you see him hit it wid a ratchet
Now instagram that mothaf**a! (mothaf**a!)
Think you rich wid a rag mothaf**a! (mothaf**a!)
I spend that much on a tab mothaf**a! (mothaf**a!)
We gettin money where it’s at mothaf**a! (mothaf**a!)
Out here, you gotta be concrete, soft n***as don’t want beef
You got d big money don’t talk cheap
D homie pa** fo’ some rags on d back street
I run a b**h like a athlete, she say she love me I say that’s deep (ha!)
I’m out here like all week! Watch me get it like I’m off beat
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Molly’s on her tongue (tongue), hundreds on the floor (floor)
A box sayin hot chains sayin here I go
Got d money in ma robbins I be gettin fanmail
You can’t f** wit me! I can’t f** wit ma damn self
(Is she yo wifey?) But she mine at the function
Maa chain insomniac, you neva see it tucked in
Watch loaded and I’m owned it n***a!
Take a n***a shine, what you gon’ do n***a! (swish)
Woo! Here I go!
n***a say they puttin work in every year they don’t
Be d same mothaf**az every year they broke
You can bet yo last dolla every year I go, where d mina?!
Dese comptowns can’t be speak my name 2 gs to get you
No PR they go only ER, boy rap n***as ain’t wit you
Ain’t bout dat life, ain’t seen no war, don’t want no issues
Ain’t shinin no hoes, I be crying up dem hoes keep throwin tissues
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