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Yeah

I'm the type that if you tryna book me, 30 for the show

You the type be claiming that it's pressure

but won't drop your lo

You claiming that it's beef but I ain't know

you better make it known

I keep this G-Lock everywhere I go

Luh Vell he'll crash about me, yea my cousin stay on go

Don't run your mouth about me hoe don't give a fuck about what you know

I got some shit that split ya wig, man I'm talking about take off your fro

Eenie meenie miney mo, can't seem to pick a thot

I can't even move around with bails the city getting hot

Lil bitch you ain't my girlfriend get the fuck up out my spot

And you know I'm from the lou for real you know I'm buccin knots

I think I'm geekin twin I think that nigga claim that he a killer

I went to middle school with that nigga he just doing that shit for Trillers

My niggas got banana clips I swear to God they go gorilla

and I ain't never been to Florida but just like Kodak i'm bout my skrilla

I'm the type of nigga get a pack and flip it for some more

I'm too P for shit no I ain't tender bout no bitch can't trust a hoe

Man this pack strong, you smell that shit as soon as I walk through the door

You claim you standing on business if you is then put it on the floor

I'm in love with blues but I ain't never throwing C's

I'm like 20 it's some change to me you'd think my name was Veeze

This new whip I swear it's push to start no it don't need no keys

She asked what your favorite thing about me love you on your knees

My cousin got sent to feds, I need to send that boy a kite

He made a post at 8pm, we gone be at his crib tonight

That bitch she said she wanna come see me so I put her on a flight

But this glock it got a switch so I ain't got no need to fight

Every nigga claim they real if you let them niggas tell it

I get packs in through the mail so you know I had to sell it

And I'm balling like JT and i'm real lucky like a Celtic

All I really know is pop my shit, no I can't even help it

You see the engine, lets go rev the motor

My lil patna throwed as hell, he sliding in a old Toyota

We know you a rat, you signed them papers all up in them folders

It's my turn, I gave y'all boys y'all chance boy this shit really over