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I can’t put my trust up in no ho I swear that they be fake
And they hating said I switched up but I swear I stayed the same 
Off the wake up
Wake up then I go chase me some pape
Go head say sum 
Me my twin locked like in like Jake and Blake 
Ho want me to save her fuck I look like ian got no cape
Always arguing so lemme guess wtf you gon try say 
I put diamonds in my face 
Just need bands said fuck the fame 
Hella hoes coming my way now 
Hope this grabba keep me sane 

With my squad
Yea we posted
Always wanted to go up
Bitch I was hoping
They ain’t used to see me back then yea
Now they eyes open 
Always gon fuck then kick the bitch out yea
Like ion even know them 

Like ion even know you 
We finna slide down bullets won’t miss like osu 
Say ion got no racks lil bitch ima show you
All of my hoes too fancy only eat nobu

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Ah, hey, yeah
She in my phone for the re-up
Whatever you're doing, don't wait up
We just walk into the bank for the paper
He acting out like a bitch, make him pay up
My bitch got ass and she walk with a A cup
I'm with my trolls, mane shout out to Jeik
I don't know where to go, but I got what it take
And this five-five wide like a big dinner plate
You could try my guys, better go watch your face
It took some time, I rewrote the fate
And we smoke got za twin put down the vape 

I'm sippin' on act, no par
I feel like we took it too far
In the middle, and back with my dogs

War vet
Wat vet
We make movies, Scorsese
Too tight with this gen, like corset
That boy a bitch, I don't endorse that
Drac hit his feet, make him hit a four-flat
My ex bitch bad, got her no contact
Might put in a palace, new Artest
I can't hear you, use your chest
I ain't hearing your shit, bitch, I'm deaf
Try and skrt on the law, make a left
Ion understand nothing, but wealth
I just stack all this shit to myself
How you broke, little bitch, you greedy
Send them birdies out shots to Tweety
Down bad, tryna act like you need me
In the cut, whip it up, Buscemi

I want diamonds on my top row
Bitch, my teeth glistenin
You gon' hop out with that stock Glock, 
With a stock piston,
Bitch, this a one-stop pop shop
Got it all in it
We don't get no fucks about the law
All my doggies ignorant
Man, fuck that
Huh hey hey
I got Jewish hoes talking bout mazel tov
Big ole’ Drac, put him straight in the pack
Bending it with my dog we ain’t falling off
Okay then, we having them straps
I been geekin’ all week off the adderall
This hoe tweak I'm speakin', I'm tellin' my mommy about it
Can’t get up with my boys, you is not invited
I’ll geek to the sky like a fucking pilot
We incite with the Dracs, man, start a riot
I say, bitch, eat the dick and that hoe go quiet
When it's comin' down to, I'd rather run it
Cause a young nigga been movin' on a diet
Whole lotta niggas keep Dracs on them
But them niggas won't ever fire it
Yeah, I can't stay with you, I'm defiant
We got water movin' like hydrant
Ball hit rim, ho, I'm not a Bryant, yeah

But my bitch Gigi bad, yeah
My bitch bleedin', she got the pads
And she got the G in the bag
And I been poppin', niggas teaming I ain't trippin' none
I been poppin', you can't stop it, yeah
She ask how them bags like that
I was coolin' on the side
Tryna run another rack
Niggas actin' they facade
I ain't never wanna act

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

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