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Yo
Aw f*ck it's you
Why the f*ck are you calling me
I blocked your number for a reason
Hell Nah we ain't getting back together what the f*ck
Nah man I'm too busy for this
F*ck you

Two hoes in my bed
Always gonna top two hoes in the backseat
Said she wanna give me head
Pull up to the crib like girl you trippin'
Like say it again
You out of your head she a four not a ten
She be calling my phone and I'm pressing ignore 'cause I'm fucking her friend

I got bars like a muthafucking jail cell
Know the ins and the outs that's intel
If a shordy fuckin' on me Imma but her Chanel
Pop another pill then I'm goin' straight to hell

If I don't have racks Imma still have all my hoes
They don't want me for the money but they know I make it snow
I throw money on the table like we playing poker
She a freaky little bitch tellin' me to choke her

I want Lambos, Rarris, Rovers
I made good songs yours mediocre
I make bank they be callin' me a broker
She asked me for cash I don't even know her

Got a dart in the mouth when I'm racing
They be pullin' up sayin' whats bracking

Ay, yo, yo, pause
Lemme hit that

I be vibing at a hunnid with them aces
All my choppas they all got they own cases
All my Roleys they all got they own faces
I like cute bitches ones with the braces

In the coupe and you know I'm speed racing
Rich like I got a private education

Two hoes in my bed
Always gonna top two hoes in the backseat
Said she wanna give me head
Pull up to the crib like girl you tripping
Like say it again
You out of your head she a four not a ten
She be calling my phone and I'm pressing ignore 'cause I'm fucking her friend

Keep tryna pass me Imma work harder
Running to the bag like a long-lost father
Chasing the fame Imma go even farther
Don't look at me like I'm gon f*ck it up

Chase me a bag I want my numbers up
Had too many teas and he threw 'em all up
Bag on her head if I'm even gon f*ck
When I'm in the streets you know I keep it tucked

I don't blow my racks on dumb shit
Love isn't cheap but this ain't a love song
Left her on read man I did a bitch dead wrong
In love with the racks so I made it my first song

I don't want no clout but that shit wouldn't hurt
Smokin' weed like religion the bong is the church
When I'm big I need Prada and Louis V shirts
I think I can say that kinda came from the dirt

Go through my photos I'm missing my squad
Swanee be showing the shit that he bought
I'm feelin' sad but my feelings are flawed
I need 'em fixed so I'm prayin' on god

Not tryna be sinful but breakin' the law
Have mercy on me and the rest of my squad
A gram to himself and he's lookin' so gone
A real-life stoner his lungs real strong

Two hoes in my bed
Always gonna top two hoes in the backseat
Said she wanna give me head
Pull up to the crib like girl you tripping
Like say it again
You out of your head she a four not a ten
She be calling my phone and I'm pressin' ignore 'cause I'm fucking her friend

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