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[Chorus]
Oppers fool with me, so I put my mask on
Keep the tool with me, gotta keep the 9 hot
Flexing Louis V, yeah I keep my cash on
Sticking true to me, I never had to gas up
Imma pop off yeah I said I’ll pop off
Hit the lotto how I end up in a drop-top
Sticky commas yeah I keep them in my lockbox
People follow me cause they know that they not raw

[Verse]
Got them bands on me, hella oppers sweet
Got a Prada bag boy don’t ever talk to me
Tell my mama that I did it this just how I be
All these rappers hit the follow then they copy me
I went and scored a dub, that’s just how I do it
My hoe a money getter now she talking like she fluent
My music getting better I don’t need no one’s influence
Designer in my dresser yeah I said it and I proved it
I’m zooming through the bay, we don’t ever stop
Live like it’s GTA we ridin’ with the top off
I rack a hundred Ks, I don’t take no nights off
I’m living in a race, so I had to blast off

[Chorus]
Oppers fool with me, so I put my mask on
Keep the tool with me, gotta keep the 9 hot
Flexing Louis V, yeah I keep my cash on
Sticking true to me, I never had to gas up
Imma pop off yeah I said I’ll pop off
Hit the lotto how I end up in a drop-top
Sticky commas yeah I keep them in my lockbox
People follow me cause they know that they not raw

GTA 2

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Lyrics -

[Verse 1: Lil Mabu:] 
I could never snitch
That’s on my kids
I put a choppa on a blade
Put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinning
Like my last name Smith
I-I-I-I don’t miss
I’m making money while I piss
Like

[Verse 2: Dusty Locane]

Double M bitch we the fever (Fever)
Dead off the muddy, go pour up a liter
Bag on his head, he a Peter (Peter)
Glock-19 and I'm naming it Tina (Tina)
One-sixty on the dash, ain’t checking the meter (The meter)
You better not miss, that switch leave him with amnesia (Ergh)

[Verse 3: Lil Mabu]
I got a plug from the P, free Snow, damn, thе cops got him
Cock one, make the block run, opps duck
Got the drop on somе funds, man, I'm finna cop some (Cop what?)
I'm finna cop that icey piece from Lyana (Grrah)

[Verse 4: Dusty Locane]
I got to keep it thorough, I ain't one of them
Y'all niggas dick ride, go get back for the nigga you call your friend
Cut that fake shit, all pretend
If I miss, I spin again
Spin again, spin again, and I might just hit his— (Shh)

[Chorus: Lil Mabu]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 5: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
Hop out the Scat', where my shooters at? Guess they running late
All my opps probably smoking rocks so I got time to waste
Picked up my pace, 'cause I saw a shop ten feet down the block
Ain’t got a lock, so I walk into it, then I saw the boss
And he like, "Hi, how's your day?" I said, "I'm doing great"
Then I upped it at his face and I said, "Open up that case"
I took a chain, and a pendant too, depending on my mood
I need to run, but the front is shut, I only got one tool (Get out my way)
Then I saw twelve, Dusty rang my bell
He said, "What's the move?" (What's the move?)
I said, "I'm doomed"
'Cause the cops just said that if I move, they shoot
Said, "You a fool.”
(If you got the jewels then I'll be there at 2)
Now I'm pacing, and my heart is racing, don't know what to do
I'm acting cool, drippy like a pool, waiting for the goons
Then I seen 05 let off two, we starting racing with the loot 

[Bridge: Lil Mabu]
(Don't run, don't trip, gah)
(Don't run, don't trip, gah, gah)
Gang, gang, gang
(Grr, we started, grrah)
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 6: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu]
How many niggas you know is ready to spin when it's time for the drama?
I'm letting off every son up in this clip, I put that shit on my momma
The homies told me, "Chill out," back on his head so he dying proper
We might've mixed it up with fentanyl, somebody go call him a doctor
Ayo Double M’s what’s the word
First nigga run up, get hit with that— 

(Mabu)
And you know I ain’t missing that 
Got a beam on my head with a fitted mask 

Pussy niggas be all for the chitta chat
I'ma run down on boy, knock his fitted cap (Yo pass that)

Cane say no to the poll, so now I'm gon' beat him down with a bat
I put an opp in a wheelchair, give me like an hour, I'm leaving him flat (Hahahaha)

I got a custom boot with your face on it—
Now he off the map (Ergh)

NO SNITCHING (with Dusty Locane)

Solo - Future

I Smoked Away My Brain (I'm God x Demons Mashup)

I Smoked Away My Brain (I'm God x Demons Mashup) [feat. Imogen Heap & Clams Casino]

THE FIRST TIME

NIGHTS LIKE THIS

Froze

ON THE RADAR FREESTYLE

Can't Feel Myself

Can't Feel Myself (Edit)

Changes

I’m Like A Drug (feat. WhoIsTano)

Damn (Going Too Far)

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Diced pancetta on my big plate, we is not mates
Rolling deep on a holiday, JetBlue airplane
Keep connects in the West, Linkedin I’m hiring
We connect like crossword, cross swords like viking
I keep VVs on my left wrist, right is Breitling
Call me echo ‘cause I hit twice like the lightning
Bitch look at my IQ, bars like I’m Einstein
And he choking on his words, you should do the heimlich

Godfather shit, turn a basement to gun range
How many miles, all gas there ain’t no brakes
Don’t trade or barter with my shit, but I loan to snakes
Shining me on, ain’t my brother made a mistake
Pick up a bag, ice my wrist like a wedding cake
Brodie caught a charge, plead the fifth in the broad day
Judge Dredd on my ass, fuck a camera ‘cause I flip plates
See if hollow tips pen’ the doors on the Escalade
On the Escalade, yeah, on the Escalade
See if hollowtips get ‘em wetted like a masturbate
See if hollowtips brush his teeth like some Colgate
See if hollowtips rub his stomach, I impregnate
Cleaning out the closet of the beef, gotta aerate
Baby hide the perkies in the trash, you my soulmate
Butter melt in mouths, it taste sweeter on a airplane
I ain’t playing ball, took my baby right to third base
Hit it out the park with a AR with a auto sear
Pull up riding deep, if you want it we could take it there
I can’t go to sleep, I be shaking but I don't get scared
At the beach in some Gucci chairs

Diced pancetta on my big plate, we is not mates
Rolling deep on a holiday, JetBlue airplane
Keep connects in the West, Linkedin I’m hiring
We connect like crossword, cross swords like viking
I keep VVs on my left wrist, right is Breitling
Call me echo ‘cause I hit twice like the lightning
Bitch look at my IQ, bars like I’m Einstein
And he choking on his words, you should do the heimlich

Damn (Going Too Far)

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