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Word on the beat, word on the beat Word on the beat, word on the beat
Yeah, TheySayYay
I got a junkie so clumsy them burn holes, not acne
His ass mad, he got some fetty Now the police tryna tap me
Different flavor za on me something like a pack of Laffy Taffy's

F*ck $40 gave her ass a eighth, she gon' get nasty
Rolling opps up for a lifetime, another wood stuffed again The way they gettin' belt to ass
Thought they brought back Corporal Punishment
Lil Timmy, went and told his dad Them boys took my gun again

If He pullin' up on trash, he gon' get whooped  like he was a kid
I need a human money counter, baby, come and be a candidate
Every ten, I hear you count, stop and roll more cannabis
Trippin' hard as f*ck last night, f*ck round, dropped shrooms in the pack again

Know some niggas with no screws, you'll get dued for some activis
Cuzo hip taught me some new drip, f*ck round, spent racks at in Marni
Got a Gucci hat for every fit, let's go f*ck up the party
Can't show mercy with this glizzy, I can't tell no one sorry

That ain't  my baby, bitch, you know I'm real good friends with Maury
Ain't no games to be played, this ain't Atari
I been gave my heart away, no feelings on me
My niggas don't just tote they straps, they a kill a army

Glock shots and ARPs, they a killer army
50K up in the club, the baddest bitch up on me
But I can't lie to tell the truth, I'm tryna get her off me
Just dropped 20 racks in dubs, my babies need ponies

Way too much money, man, the government can't shit on me
Don't make me be my chest King Kong ain't got shit on me
Was aiming for the money, but I f*ck round and hit homie
Why that Taurus look so boring, f*ck it, throw a 50 clip on it

If I get a happy ending, I'll throw a healthy tip on it
Outside everyday don't know when drama Comin keep my shoes tight
His pussy ass look like some food, matter of fact, this who guy
Lil bruh took 'em' out his Loub's, ain't tryna fight, he like, dude why

Matter of fact, just give it back, bro, you can tell he the cool kind
I be mixin' wax with runtz , bitch, I'm too high
Sixteen thousand on my fit, they like, you fly
She suck the dick so good, I'm like, oolah

But ain't nothin' to me as good as the moolah
We was just beatin' niggas ass at the schoolhouse
Now It seem im so good with math, can buy a new house
Just told this bitch you get one, not two shots

The way she lookin' at my eyes, I'm her new god
Ain't no games to be played, this ain't Atari
I been gave my heart away, no feelings on me
My niggas don't just tote they straps, they a kill a army

Glock shots and ARPs, they a killer army
50K up in the club, the baddest bitch up on me
But I can't lie to tell the truth, I'm tryna get her off me
Just dropped 20 racks in dubs, my babies need ponies

Way too much money, man, the government can't shit on me

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