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(Smokin everyday)
(And I be with niggas dat don't play)
(The things I do for love)

I got Za goin crazy (goin crazy)
Bitches wanna have my baby
(Wanna have all my babies)
I just tell these bitches pay me
(I just tell dat bitch to pay me)
I know my old bitches hate me
(I know my old bitches hate me)
I been gettin to it baby
I been rackin up lately
My car fast don't race me
Make sure 12 don't chase me
I be ridin in da demon like I'm hell sent
Runnin through your trap
You like where da hell it went

If it ain bout money
Then that is irrelevant
If you poppin pussy
Then bitch just sell it
Pack so strong
Get high smelling it (get high smelling it)
It's a new day
And now they mailing it (now they mailing it)
My bitch booty bigger than a elephant
I'm tryna get so rich
I start beefing with the president (woah)
Can't live in the past this the present
Know niggas want me gone
So I'm ridin round with hella tint (yuh)
It's gon cost some bread for my presence
Ima f*ck a bitch then won't look at her messages (bye)
I called her a bitch not a poodle
But she still let me turn her to a toaster strudel (ew)
Ima get my bag and then it's toodles
She do what I say I don't gotta do no voodoo (oooooo)
Told her dat I different put on Hulu
If you wanna pop up to the crib
We gon shoot you

It's like dat forreal
It's like dat forreal
It's like dat forreal
It's like dat forreal
It's like dat forreal
It's like dat forreal
It's like dat forreal
Yea it's like dat forreal
It's like dat forreal
My niggas gon do drills
None of my niggas gon squeal
Like forreal
Lil bitch poppin dem pills
Said she don't wanna feel
Like forreal
Been through shit can't heal
But I still got my steel
Like forreal
Like forreal
This bitch lying to me while crying on me
Like forreal
Tell that bitch to chill
I don't even got a heart
Like forreal
Niggas be plottin on me
But I know Guapanese
Like forreal
Like forreal
Life so real
You gotta do better
My bitch give me top
Like she went up a ladder
I kick a bitch out
Now she sending me letters
My money be stackin
I can't go broke never
Yo money be lighter than a fuckin feather
I make it rain I be changin the weather
I'm boutta go run off on Heather
When I pour up I don't need to measure
These niggas be talkin
But it ain no pressure
She givin me brain
We ain havin a lecture
I'm grippin her ass
I'm feelin her texture
After I smash
I ain finna text her
I don't even like her
I don't even miss her
I'm keepin my pole
But I ain't a fisher
Yea I'm on roll
All of my niggas be movin dem bowls
Talk to me wrong and we takin yo soul
These niggas be sad cause they live in a hole
30 clip on me no it ain't fa show
Yea fasho
(Yea fasho) mob
(Yea fasho)
Yea

I got Za goin crazy (goin crazy)
Bitches wanna have my baby
(Wanna have all my babies)
I just tell these bitches pay me
(I just tell dat bitch to pay me)
I know my old bitches hate me
(I know my old bitches hate me)
I been gettin to it baby
I been rackin up lately
My car fast don't race me
Make sure 12 don't chase me
I be ridin in da demon like I'm hell sent
Runnin through your trap
You like where da hell it went
(It's irrelevant)
(Just sell it)

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