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Riding downtown wit my close ones round Heard they throwing shots on the bankroll now Boy we don't play, better check yo mouth Better check yo clock, see my times right now Tryna cut me out but I can't go down Left the 61 and I ain't go back When they hear south they all think bout Broward This the 239 bitch and there ain't no doubt Running up the numbers and there ain't no cap and I Came a long way from the north to the south Got the power In my hands and I can't give it back This shit straight booming when I'm on it boy I snap 954's where I spend my time when I ain't feelin right cause the city on snap Got a couple girls down for whatever But I ain't really on it cause I'm focused on my grind right now Wait (wait wait wait) I don't think you niggas really want, war I'm really just tryna get a Benz, truck 239 my city and we can't, stop Run this shit these bitches call me, ASAP Rocky like a mountain and I hit, shots Bout to go to Weston and get lit up Run up on me smith n Wesson straight up And the bitch said we should go on dates now We can say we did it but you know I ain't down Flaky like snow I'm always changing my mind But I'm solid like a rock, I ain't never switching sides Ignorance real, might be getting my mind Got me feeling like I'm Kanye West on the track I go hella hard cause it's just what I'm about Better look around we aint playing with these frauds I'm that nigga, that jigga nigga I'm all about it, making money, and getting bigger I go insane, I'm going major, and that's a statement I know they wishing I would fall, but I ain't slipping I'm kinda different Filling up my cup with muscato that's my favorite I ain't really into trends I follow what I'm feeling Feeling like a villain but I gotta build a village Better make room cause I'm coming up I'm vicious Money, money Really all I'm hearing I know they really want me to turn up on the music She knows ima star but she don't pick up the lyrics Still gon bust it open, cause she know a nigga wreckless 1 take 2 takes 3 takes uh Cross a nigga over then I lay up on em uh I get on a track and I gotta spit it up When I'm wit you bitches know I gotta beat it up If the nigga talking then we gotta stick em up Pull up where he at real quick and beat em up Then we take his girl back where we at and beat her up I ain't hitting licks but you know we scheming up, uh Now I gotta form a storm, they ain't showing love so I gotta make em fall Pull up on em, one take quick and let if off Still ain't showing love but they know about the boy What you know about this boy Saying this again, you ain't fucking wit the boy I could give a damn bout the niggas on your squad I could give a damn bout the mod that you around 8God 8mob 8Father huh Fucking on these broads, I'm a big daddy huh My girl got a fatty and she keep it ready uh When she put it up on me, know a nigga cumming yea Really do it me I believe this world ain't really ready for me, uh Dedicated to this, you gon learn about just what I do to this shit
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