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Ready to get it started nigga
That’s why I hopped on the beat
Kept locking my shorty till she put her head on the ground now I’m thumbing on her like a freak
She making up stories bout how I’m always wearing a frown
But smiling whenever she’s meek
She said that she worried bout how I’m always crossing her mind but then stopping whenever it’s green

Hop on it baby
Lemme surf on this internet wavey
Neck in the bottom she grabbing on me
I’m reaching the bottle she grabbing the tea
Then gave her the mark know it’s permanently
on the surface
You know how I be, when I’m swerving
She down on her knees, why she curving


I’m tryna get better at being me
I always pretended too much
I always gave comments a fvck
But I always ran with the books
Smoking too much and then downing 360s
Then gave my mistakes to the front
Was blowing away like the front
At times I was running with luck
I’ve never been honest so I never showed teeth
Kept all my mistakes in the front
Keep blowing away like the front
But at times I was running on luck
I never been down but I'm down on my own knees
I'm always just praying too much
Keep blowing my way out the front
I never just ran out of luck

Keep throwing away all the loose keys
And then playing the cello with loose strings
Keep dropping the lames like I'm Bruce Lee
Or Van Damme
She down and into me like dam
She down on two knees down there
Don't want her like to sleep when I'm there
She seeing right through me when I’m there

I'm taking like forty thousand for the count
Then taking a 100 thousand for the pound
I'm not gon be shaken just becoz of clout
This kinda word of mouth that's coming from the South
I’m not gone be hearing any form of doubt
This ain’t no wait that we gonna bow
They taking down all the chickens that we grew in ditches now they just want us to fetch the bowls

Taking a sip of that bourbon
Nigga know I’m a beast
This ain’t the shit that you heard of
Y’all are growing too soft, you know I’m a freak
I’m take that heat from a furnace
Y’all only fvcking with her coz she fvcking with me
It’s the type of shit I call murder
Y’all gotta know where to get off
Or lock-on a leash

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