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Yeah put some more in there

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Rrrr Rose

Line that boy up nigga put him on 3 way

Go get your facts right going off he say

12 get a chase if I'm out on the freeway

I grab my iron my brother say be safe

I drop a bag to find out where he stay

He stay he stay he stay

5k nigga on chrome I ain't worn yet

How that's your brother you ain't put him on yet

Uh uh

Niggas be talking to much on the internet

Won't drop a diss but them shots I'll send em back

Why you keep doing that bro I ain't feeling that

Shots in his trap and it fucked up the ceiling fan

Relentless young niggas we spin like a ceiling fan

Imagine that shit bruh I ain't no middle man

It's your girl but she texting me said you a minute man

Uh uh

Cartier shades with the suit ima business man

A nigga that's broke I'll admit he vicious man

Not there yet but I'm trying to be the richest man

A risk that I'm taking it won't be another chance

Watching my stories I see that you been a fan

Nigga I'm stressing I'm upping the milligrams

Nigga I'm stressing I'm upping the milligrams

20 to 60k that get your wrist hit

Grind so hard I make take a quick trip

Then back to grinding I might do a kick flip

Wont touch shit if I don't got a latex

Finger fucking the Nina we having some great sex

Pull up with fat shit you see on apex

I'm getting paid u waiting on paychecks

Ha paychecks loser loser

Don't got no bullets the fuck got to beat him up

Beat only 2 minutes damn I'm just heating up

Trap out the spot nigga that's till the lease is up

Rose where you at you got spots like a cheetah bruh

Nah I ain't done enough but bitch I seen enough

Don't care what I see him like 2k I'm greening up

Smack me in the face she say damn is you deep enough

Sold him a hammer he say why its this cheaper bruh

Guess what I did I up that price quick

Put that shit in the bag and I sold him a knight stick

He handed the money I gave him the bag quick

Eight hundred in 2 minutes boy that's a fast lick

Money is even man look what that cash did

Walk in the club and they saying my ad lib

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Walk in the club and we all got our guns tucked

I got it on me I'm tight like a lug nut

I feel like Kenny I'm bringing my hood up

Feel like a car I can't leave my hood bruh

Feel like I'm lucci it's my time I stood up

They talk bout the bad bout won't mention the good huh

They don't feel I'm misunderstood son

Haha

They don't feel me I'm misunderstood son

Ahhhhh

Son

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