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What up, Skyri
Get your back
Yeah, you know that's my engineer
Huh

I ain't even gotta get your back
Huh
I ain't even gotta get him back
Huh

Huh
Old, old time
Nigga was sneak dissin'
I ain't even know it was beef

Undercover hater
Posin' his friends
Nigga, you a friend of me
Gettin' to the paper

Dodgin' haters
Federal investigators
Amiri, cover my neighbor
I'm wearin' his shit

This shit don't make a gangster
Work spinnin' like dolphins
Droppin' in the water
Get your extras

Dog barkin' like Cujo
Bowsin' exotic flavors
Cardi, 4G's foreign
That bad bitch, for the money, she goin'

Cash app got her attention
Now she in my bed doin' porn
Damn, they say I'm too old
Put the mic down

LeBron, Bronstein, Hoopin'
Put the rock down
Guess I'm a king
Give me my crown

Won't stop rappin'
Still, I'm in the ground
You and your niggas
Scrollin' and gossipin'

That's old tendencies
I'm stirrin' up hot
Slidin' and glidin'
Everywhere you want be

I got a vest on my back
The devil attack
Do my own family
In the fields, I found a plug

Damn, God
Came home with me spiritually
These gray hairs wisdom
You sufferin' from small town syndrome

Tryin' to hit the small town with a duffel bag
Leave with blue stuffed denim
We get to move in
Then we move out like O.J. Simpson

Cut that white up
Then we re-up
Now we up, nigga
I got a plan way bigger

She got a ass, want it bigger
I'm gettin' hate because I'm handsome
These hoes ugly without a filter
Damn, confident, not cocky

Neck, ear, wrist, rocky
Water prints on my trail
Bitch, I'm drippin' for real
Got a lot of money

Got a lot of money
Got a lot of money
Got a lot of money
Confident, not cocky

Neck, ear, wrist, rocky
Water prints on my trail
Bitch, I'm drippin' for real
Got on my knees in that cell

Got on my knees out that cell
Long as y'all on my side
I'm gon' win
I prevail

Lip up in my cup
I'm finna get drunk
I'm listenin' to Fendi
Fall off in the club

I'm doin' my dance
I know she see me
Index, middle, finger, thumb
Glock, stick, switches, drum

Stick to why you came here
You gon' make it back where you from
Gucci them slide
No skates on his ass

All gas, no brakes
We take the food off your plate
You can eat it right in your face
She like strips and dinner dates

I like movin' drugs in different states
the plaque
I ain't even gotta get your back
I ain't even gotta get him back

I ain't even gotta get him back
Nah
I ain't even gotta get him back
Hey, when I come around, I always gotta frontal

Our souls don't explain
Recruited an army to build a lie
Can't even look me in the eye
Haters disguised as friends

Pimp talkin' and gossipin'
First murder recorder was over Chelsea
Don't let that go over your head
Nigga did his own brother in

Don't let that go over your head
In the Bible, it was written
Him without song
Cast the first stands

I'm throwin' stones, but not them
Deadlift them bricks
Push up that work
Back arm them bows

Let the dog loose

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