[LYRICS]

baby admit, don’t know who I am 
that boy a bitch take him off the map 
What’s in my soda? Crushing up a Xan.
we Finna take him motherfucking off 
That hoe get “riot” tatted on her ass 
I feel like Chris Paul passed the rock 
I’m on your block and you’re fucking lacking 
I’m with a bad bitch 
she say that I need a Grammy 
That boy do it for the money 
Bitch, I do it for my family
walk in the bank and they band me 
hunters really do you fucking Bambi
money I’m making threw it on her ass cheek 
fucking the game up they gon ban me 
I’m really busy on my own shit 
I’m busy motherfucking locked in 
I know you missed the way I talk shit. 
I don’t really know you, but I’m fucking 
I don’t really fucking know ya 
you still tell me that you want it 
Y’all ain’t ever fucking on shit 
talking crazy for responses 
Don’t remember when I left her
that hoe say, I get her wetter
tell me when the fuck I met you 
tell them pull up to the sector 
for a minute, I’ve been next up 
but I really know I’m next now 
bronem taught me how to flex up 
me and him we counting checks now

goyxrd x pluggnb type beat

Kaceej

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