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You can slide around with bang, you want your opp missin

You wonder why these niggas livin' cause they not dissin

I get my neck from 56, you know they top different I get the girl from Fetty Boyz, you know they

block different Hold up, pull up in my city, mm, top missin

Why you keep askin' bout lil' buddy, he is not with me

Come get these boys and work the scale , you'll get lit with me

I fucked a bitch and gave her back, can't have no jit with me

The way I hit her from the back, she gave me 250

What the fuck I'ma do with that, bitch, I don't wear no damn dickies

Where the wock or the tris , don't sip no Poe-ass Remy

When you was around me, had your Poe-ass litty

This a YaY Flow, wake up in the morning, work the scale , how my day go

Get a press machine, I need some RPs for that bankroll

Get a press machine, I need some M523

Say she don't suck dick

But she fell right on her knees

Hey, Alexa , play that wood with G and Bossy, I need some keys

In the Honda breaking down da bales jammin' Fetti Fee

Niggas out here buyin' all this, ZA, just to get next to me

Long live squeeze brung me out the trench, saw the best in me

Ayy, why you rappin' like that, you ain't sign the QC

Fuck a rap check, make more than rappers sellin' QD

Your weed too dark, and the too purple shit be booty

I ride with a weapon, you know I'm steppin', don't try and do me

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck

And the n***a gon' break a skeleton box, he tryna make shit, it's all them

Nigga, you know it's all them, n***a

You grabbin' 112 grams, talk about, tryna make shit, it's all them

N***a, we ain't bout buyin' enough, homie

N***a, what the fuck you want? I'm missin', it's all them

After that, if it's not all them, what the fuck you gon' do about it, you hear me

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