bruh I straight up lost all my memory straight up basically ended up with a mental reset

[lyrics]
Don’t need no love
I just need another swisher, and a couple hunnid bucks
If you run up on me, then this choppa finna buss
I got another hunnid grams, going higher than the sun
I don’t want no dummy bitch, and I could never chase a thot
Oh shit
Countin’ up these chips
Better watch yo back before you turn into a lick
Movin’ with lil’ brodie, said he watchin’ for my 6
And he stuntin’ for the ‘net, he never totin’ any sticks

New coupe, blacked out, this whip is lookin’ ebony
Shorty is a demon, but the head game is heavenly
I could never switch, takin’ out all of the enemies
I’m makin’ me the bread until I’m movin’ out to Beverly
I don’t want your fucking time
If you want me, then just say it, ain’t no point in fucking lying
Got a baddie in the back, shorty been the fuckin’ line
I could never trust a hoe, I don’t care if shorty fine
If you testin’ the gang, I’ma pull up with the .9

Don’t need no love
I just need another swisher, and a couple hunnid bucks
If you run up on me, then this choppa finna buss
I got another hunnid grams, going higher than the sun
I don’t want no dummy bitch, and I could never chase a thot
Oh shit
Countin’ up these chips
Better watch yo back before you turn into a lick
Movin’ with lil’ brodie, said he watchin’ for my 6
And he stuntin’ for the ‘net, he never totin’ any sticks

I been on my fuckin’ grind
Shorty steady on my mind
Countin’ guala, gettin’ dimes
Messing with the gang, mo’fucka finna die
I’m swervin’, hotboxin’, I wanna forget
Lil’ shorty close-minded, but love to spread legs
I’m geekin’ and tweakin’ off all of the meds
Tryna forget, get her out of my head

Don’t need no love
I just need another swisher, and a couple hunnid bucks
If you run up on me, then this choppa finna buss
I got another hunnid grams, going higher than the sun
I don’t want no dummy bitch, and I could never chase a thot
Oh shit
Countin’ up these chips
Better watch yo back before you turn into a lick
Movin’ with lil’ brodie, said he watchin’ for my 6
And he stuntin’ for the ‘net, he never totin’ any sticks

I knew shorty was a thot
She been known around the block
I can’t mention what we’ve done
Duck the feds, we on the run
Why’d you have to be this way
Movin’ on, can’t be the same
Could’ve chose me, but you changed
I ain’t beggin’ you to stay

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