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Welcome to HASTIA

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Get bitches on top of ya

See you missin

You notice they copy us

Notice you watchin us

Who else gon give you some shit with a bop in it bro

Buckle yourself and get ready to go

Makin my wealth is like pennies to gold

Send me some more

I carry my luggage, you move with your slow ass

Hop on a jet, just to hop on a jet

Like really it's not even a flex

Like layovers suck

I ain't even slept bruh

Bitch I feel like big boss

True shit

Why the fuck your mix off

You're not shit

I'm coastin to coast

And I'm done postin coach

And you bitches on coke

Y'all fuckers a joke

And I'm coastin to coast

And I'm done postin coach

And you bitches on coke

Y'all fuckers a joke

I'm coastin to coast

And I'm done postin coach

And you bitches on coke

Y'all fuckers a joke

And I'm coastin to coast

And I'm done postin coach

And you bitches on coke

Y'all fuckers a joke

Hop on jet

Then I hop off a jet

Part of me gone, landed

Go to the Met

Not an event, don't panic

Just come along

We took the caddy, go faster

Sped off

Girl in the passenger can't do no wrong

She gon lie to the feds

The fuck that you think that you're talking to

Ain't got no soul

You feel alright in the moment when you finna black out

I feel alright in the moment when I hear a sound

You feel alright when you can't feel your face

But I won't stop till I hear

Doot-doola-doot-doo

Doot-doola-doot-doo what'd you just say

I'm tryna get out, I don't fuck with these shows

All these promoters is already broke

Can't separate all the highs from the lows

Said she wanna fuck, bitch I already know

The boy wanna flex with that cubic zirconia

You rockin fakes but my teeth look insane to you

This ain't a game to us

You are so tame to us

Cover your chain

You a lame, you can't hang with us

Only one life and I'm living it dangerous

Only one shot

And I bet you won't aim at us

Ho

Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot

Shots after shots, shot

Shots in the dark, I'm

Running through my mind, I'm

Running to my grave, I'm

Running outta time, I

Really need my space, I

Really took my shot

At the stars, at the moon

I go far

See you soon, I'm at your stop

Shots go boom and you make pop music

You closed your door but I still shot through it

You stay poor, the money is not moving

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HASTIA

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HASTIA

Welcome to HASTIA