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I've been chillin' for a minute, now I'm off my ass
These niggas tryna go to war, but they don't got the cash

Ain't no smiles, ain't no laughs, bitch I'm in my bag
I've been joggin' for a minute, now I'm runnin' fast
I got my stick, this bitch got kick chopper, make me lag
I don't got a junior, but she call me dad

They started off in first, now them niggas last
I don't trust a soul, blame it on my past
Said I'm finna roll this gas, tryna catch one and beat the case
Just like my nigga, shh, don't hit me, I ain't comin' out

Unless it's bout a bag, posted switches on the internet
Boy, that shit kinda fed, I'm like, uh
I'm like, who he workin' with? Told lil bro, to chill
I'm tryna drill, he on some flirty shit

I'ma hit my target every time, I'm on some perfect shit
If I don't post, then go ghost, I'm on some lurkin' shit, nigga
But for now, we just gon' run it up
They like, sir, chill, he gon' kill you, he ain't dumb enough

She was cool, but can't get her no shoes, she gon' scuff em up
Brodie  solid, but get in his bag, had to rough him up
Toughen up, it's a long ride, better buckle up
Had to punch lil' cuz in the chest, he threw the wrong shit up

But I can't even get mad, that's how they growin' up
See any nigga throw a set
They gon' throw it up, let her cute ass drink too much
And now she throwin' up, I lost grant, I shed some tears
I can't lie, that fucked me up, I lost bam it's

Been some years, still feel it in my gut
I lost spazz, I start breakin' shit, I'm like, what the f*ck
They like, where you at? They askin' questions in the tuck
They like, what you on? You know a nigga

I been chillin' for a minute, now I'm off my ass
These niggas tryna go to war, but they don't got the cash
Ain't no smiles, ain't no laughs, bitch, I'm in my bag
I been joggin' for a minute, now I'm runnin' fast

I got my stick, this bitch got kicked, choppa, make me lag
I don't got a junior, but she call me dad
They started off in first, now them niggas last
I don't trust a soul, blame it on my past

Niggas askin' dumb questions, you gon' get a dumb answer
Shoutout to my uncle, goin' strong, he smilin' through that cancer
I call this stick, my lil' bitch, you send a diss, I'm goin' blam her
All these niggas lose screws, so I gotta keep my hammer

And this bitch sound like a bomb, they got my cousin in the gate
And they ain't give him no bond, everybody actin' fake
But they still reach out they arm, since a jit , I been legit
Nigga go nd ask my mom how there snake still in the grass

When yesterday, I cut the lawn, I'm addicted to this cash
I always got a itchy palm, got this bad lil' jawn
I call her green, cause she be going, niggas weak, but I stay strong
I be workin' while you snorin', she can slide, I'ma test the waters

dub her if she born, how you pillow talkin' to a bitch
Then wonder why she hoeing,  huh then wonder why she hoeing
How you pillow talkin' to a bitch, then wonder why she hoeing

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