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Aye
Ain’t really nothin’ man
Ya just gotta do it
Ya just gotta do it for ‘em
Aye
I make money like nothin’ you seen
7 days a week
I get lifted off the green
You get shot up in ya spleen boy
Talkin’ all that mean boy
We always see you on a screen
Ain’t enough, we get rough
Catchin’ bodies every way
Steady movin’ in the fold
‘Specially if I see you on the streets
I’m snatchin’ up yo whore
You won’t see her anymore
Walk up in the club
Tokin’ all the bud
All the bitches fallin’ on the floor
All I do is catch the bands
Money dance
Brodie see the money hands
Bout a flood a bitty pants
You ain’t really fuckin’ man
Aye
You ain’t really fuckin’ man
I don’t know
I don’t know what you been up to
But it ain’t been fuckin’ man so
Fix that shit
I’m on the track
I’m bout to flex
Ya bitch want this neck
Give her that neck
I’m workin’ sets
Ya bitch wanna have sex
Give her that deck
Give her that deck
Spacin’ out
Like the Jetsons
Get your facts straight
Check your reference
Pushing weight
Like a mexican
New Richard Mille
Had to flex in
More gas
Then Bespin
Got 2 bitches
They lesbian
Shootin’ shots
At your residence
Rob all yo shit
Great Depression
Steve Urkel
I’m geeked up
Bitch face like a pizza
Ya got no team
No features
Llama boy
Carl Wheezer
Mob ties
Wife beater
Pourin’ up
With the liter
Slingin’ shots 2 seater
That I ain’t finna pay the meter
I’m on the track
I’m bout to flex
Ya bitch want this neck
Give her that neck
I’m workin’ sets
Ya bitch wanna have sex
Give her that deck
Give her that deck
Make yo bitch wiggle them hips
On the dick like a ribstik
Coat the shit in lipstick
Up watchin’ the stars for fulfillment
Of wishes
All night club bender
These hoes look like witches
I’m burnin’ sage frequently
For demons and bitches
I’m schemin’ on witches
Quick hands on the gat
It’s a murder man Bonanza
Slick like Tony Danza
I’m rap’s Glenn Danzig
Go and fetch ya bands up
Fuckin’ up my money
On my momma
Get yo wig split
Shootin’ up the blocks
Like heroin in the 80s
Central Park
Throwin’ rocks
Fuckin’ crackhead
Crazy
And I copped the new Reeboks
On sale at Macy’s
What the fuck happened
To Lebron James’ hairline
That shit is laid out
Like some goddamn landmines
Paw Patrol and adderall
Pinball and Steve Segall
Flippin’ all the panels
It’s a universal channel y’all
Flippin’ all the panels
It’s a universal channel y’all
Flippin’ all the panels
It’s a universal channel y’all
45K on some new land
500K on the new lamb
If she gonna rock with me
Then you get slammed
See yo girlfriend with me
And we holdin’ hands
She think I’m a cutie
Cause I’m holdin’ bands
Got Suns in 7
That’s 100 bands
It’s like 500 hoes
100 Xans
Creepin’ thru the woods
Like the boogeyman
Had a Glock .45
In my fuckin’ hand
Ima God to these hoes
I’m the fuckin’ man
I’m like Terminator 2
I’m like runnin’ man
Got a oxy and a xanny
In my fuckin’ hands
I just came from the flat
And I told that bitch she fat
And she mad
I got all these foes from my past
And they tryna take my racks
I pull out my staff
And I scream you shall not pass
And I’m on the biggest planes
And I ride the fastest trains
And I gotta lot of jobs
So I do a lotta things
I could give a fuck about you
If you ain’t buying me rings
If you ain’t buying me things
If you ain’t buying me dreams
If you ain’t cleanin’ the sink
And I’m too mean in the paint
Had to reup on that dank
I don’t feel a lotta pain
I’m like Django in the chains
When I’m blowin’ out their brains
Bitch drivin’ me insane
Always driving switching lanes
Suck me and she gave me brain
Every single fuckin’ day
I might fly her outta state
I might cop anotha wraith
You might need a room to stay
I might need to rule the state
Vampires all around
Ima put em in the ground
Cutthroat with the chef blade
Count the bread with the dough I bake
You gluten free
Pockets desolate
Count my chicken
Let it marinade
Barbershop with the clean ass fade
Kobe B. with the clean ass fade
Take yo money NCAA
Step back then seed the J
Double park on the Mini Cooper
Lost ya job had to ride a scooter
Fake chains Walmart jeweler
Kiss my feet bitch I’m the ruler
In the paper you should stay on Google
Get that money live sports on Hulu
Bitch thick like an udon noodle
Fuck the head get bamboozled
Sunday with steak and eggs
Pay yo bills need an arm and leg
Crossed em up might’ve broke his leg
I’m the king off with ya head
Flu season way my money spread
You my son put you right to bed
On ya head like I’m Boba Fett
Blue and red lights then I fled
Feta cheese like my pockets Greece
Speakers loud disturb the peace
You catchin’ Polio no vaccine
Ray Allen with the quick release
Play no games like Chuck E. Cheese
Off the lot you need a lease
K, Serf, Nico
Holy Trinity
On God levels like a deity
Yah
God levels like a deity
Yah
God levels like a deity
Yah
God levels like a deity
I got new shoes
I got new kicks
Bought a new house
Bitch got new bricks
And it’s new clout
With these new hits
New haters tryna rob me
Of my new bitch
125 on rodeo
On the new shit
125 on rodeo
On the new shit
125 on rodeo
On the new shit
125 on rodeo
On the new shit
Ain’t no lie
Almost sounded low key Crip
Take a trip
Fly over out to Egypt
At the top
Milli rockin’ on the pyramids
Bitch asked me bout the money
Made a myriad
Stimmi hit
So I didn’t rip the semi
Call Lester
Ya need to scoop him off the Henny
Red suit Eddie Murphy
I’m delirious
Uppercut these fake rappers
I get furious
If I’m on the block
Don’t shoot me
I’m not that goofy
I cop me a 2 piece
And I got jumped
Got out all right
Hangin’ out with the pump
Weedin’ out the spies
We steppin’ on the runts
If I’m with my guys
I ain’t lookin’ for no cunt
If I’m makin’ money
Then it’s probably through a front
Start screamin’ Serf
Tryna come hang
It’s so sad
You ain’t ever have a gang
So mad but it’s never gonna change
I started out in this game
I was lonely
No beats, no rhymes
No homies
The way I work
You could only put it on me
Look around at you clowns
Hear you phony
And it’s so scary
How I pick up on they moves
And I care rarely bout the shit
They tryna prove
And every time they sunk
Was every time I flew
You cannot charge me bro
You cannot book me
Had the VPN
When I made it off to Cookie’s
I don’t do the hair down there
No wookie
And I’m always paid out
Say a prayer
For my pookies
It’s so sad
You won’t ever have a gang
It’s so sad
You won’t ever have a gang
I earn what I got
And I’m still gettin’
Keep it up on God
I’m still lookin’
Keep it up on God
I’m still lookin’
All this time
Y’all keep forgettin’
I got new shoes
I got new kicks
Bought a new house
Bitch got new bricks
And it’s new clout
With these new hits
New haters tryna rob me
Of my new bitch
125 on rodeo
On the new shit
125 on rodeo
On the new shit
125 on rodeo
On the new shit
125 on rodeo
On the new shit
Ain’t no lie
Almost sounded low key Crip
I’m still eatin’
Yah
I’m still breathin’
I got people on my back
And they not leavin’
Ain’t that cool though
They don’t know I’m a fool though
Climb on yo bitch
Wanna suck my kudos
What I got on my wrist
But you got no foreplay
And I got with yo bitch
Got her in 4 days
Hit her like Jorge
Oh my God what the fuck
She don’t even like you
She just like your money
She just like your father
She like oh my God
Honey where the fuck you goin’
With that Louis bag?
Thought you bought that shit for me
I threw you some ass
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But I grabbed that
And you sad ya
Look at my cash app
I got stacks
You got ass
Yah, yah, yah
I got bitches wanna hmu
But they can’t fuck
Ya they can’t fuck
Ya they can’t fuck
Got bitches wanna hmu
But they can’t fuck
But they can’t fuck
But they can’t fuck
Got bitches wanna hmu
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
Got bitches wanna hmu
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
6 bitches in the range
Draco with extendos drained
Been in such a long rage
Bitch I just called the game
Step back 3
Call me James
I don’t fuck whores bitch
Ain’t no fuckin’ way
That I’m fuckin’ bitches in the stew
Got no money just like you
Wanna hit the weed for free
Bitch you betta suck this dick
Said she want her pussy slayed
You got a thotty daughter
Take yo ass to bed
She got school tomorrow
Got bitches wanna hmu
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
Got bitches wanna hmu
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
Eat shit
Burrito
Lightsaber
Green glow
Bitch you cap
Pinochio
Hit yo grandma
RKO
Cryin’ jammed my big toe
Sour cream potato
Wash yo hands
Lots of soap
Run a stop sign
On my phone
I got heart
I got fight
Catch me strapped
Butter knife
Faucet leak
She won’t pipe
Can’t you see
Bitch you die
Slash you up
Apple pie
Thought we good
Bitch you lie
I don’t talk
Bitch I’m shy
You like cash
That’s a lie
Got bitches wanna hmu
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
Got bitches wanna hmu
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
But I can’t fuck
I fucked up
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Every day I count the money like I’m bleedin’
17 a month I don’t need it
Really what I might just leave them
Really what I might just leave them
Hit the store I want the dime
Text this whore I want her time
Rings around my fuckin’ eyes
Never really tryna cry
I got all this turbo pack
This where all the murder at
I pull up with 30 racks
On the hunt for all these rats
Arizona fake ID
Spliffies we gonna back em up
Swear yo hoe is mad as fuck
Rollin’ out the rally truck
Still I’m in the valley bruh
Said I’m smokin’ Cali bud
80 blunts we tally up
Late night hittin’ Sally up
Late night hittin’ Brenda
Hittin’ Cassie
Perc has got me
Feelin’ crappy
Sloppy got me feelin’ happy
Bitches hit me for the addy
And I tend not to reply
And it gets em feelin’ sappy
Aye
No no
Aye
No no
Deez nuts in yo mouth bitch
Blew a tire down the streets
So I left my car there
Post it up
With the gang
We’re all drinkin’ cognac
Hit em with the friendly phrase
No hands stoppin’ me
When these others fuckin’ rant
No man stoppin’ me
Under me you catchin’ stitches
All my groupies sad bitches
And the crew got mad riches
Sandwiches and bad bitches
In the field with the crew
Eatin’ meals in the booth
What’s the deal
What it do
Bet I’m finna kill a fool
If iss real
Where’s the proof?
Wasn’t clear
On the rules
Big bands
All my wishes
Do you fuckin’ feel me
I don’t even got the time
What’s the deal with these dudes?
And I ain’t keepin’ time
Blew a tire down the streets
So I left my car there
Post it up
With the gang
We’re all drinkin’ cognac
Hit em with the friendly phrase
No hands stoppin’ me
When these others fuckin’ rant
No man stoppin’ me
No man stoppin’ me