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They ask me stop what I'm doing I know they don't like that shit

Bro pulled out a big bag acting like I can't do the same shit

Don't have no time for hoes because all they do is complain and shit

Guaranteed you're going to see me up there I'm going to be at the top

I made it further than like all of them bitch I'm something you're not

Your music got too much auto-tune bro turn it down a notch

Them green tips flying through your body I know that them bitches hot

Know that they're gone copy some

They gone think that we a band the way we got these big ass drums

She thinking I was fucking with you only did that shit for fun

If you ain't got no money for that feature then don't pay the funds

I just get on beats and speak this shit like this shit therapy

Don't need your bitch ass opinion I don't need no clarity

They're asking who snitching I know them bitches gone say it's me

Cause I'm the realist out here yeah bitch I'm the rarest there could be

Run this shit up at five in the morning yeah I'm gone

He was telling on us fixing to cut him off just like a lawn

They've been sleeping on me yeah they really don't know what I be on

I've been growing all my fans just like I'm working at a farm

He gone think that I don't know him but he's stealing all my bars

I had one hundred followers now I'm whipping exotic cars

They told me I couldn't do it I don't know how I made it far

Just put trust and effort put that work and now look where we are

I want that bitch but she don't want me

They don't want none of the smoke in the streets

They don't want nobody else just like me

They don't want nobody else just like him

It's gwaup for the W gwaup for the win

I stack me a thousand and then I do ten

Bro look at my windows I got a new tint

Look at your hoe yeah she liking my drip

Yeah that G-lock it came with a kit

Can't fuck with that bitch cause that bitch a bitch

I remember I told myself I'm a get rich

All of y'all babies all y'all is my kids

Just spend two hundred on these new kicks

He pulled out the cash and that little boy switched

Bitch I'm In the practice room I'm making hits

They're asking me what I'm doing I know they don't fuck with that

Too many people smile up in my face but stab me in my back

I don't know why you're complaining only thing I speak is facts

I ain't even say a word to you hoe why are you so attached

We used to carry shit in paper bags now we got Goyard bags

I do this shit just like it's magic say the word it come out fast

He's been on some weird shit lately I know the gang is on his ass

I'm running straight out of the backseat hold on let me put on my mask