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When you had the time to talk
"Oh, well I wanna say something"
Its too late now, we asked you already
See what I'm saying?
Never let anybody tell you, "Man shut the f*ck up"
No you shut up
Let me speak my peace

(Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye)
I'm running up this game I just want to be the best
Usain Bolt the way I'm running up these checks
Bad bitch on my waist, man she badder than my ex
Balenciaga on my feet, Johnny Dang up on my neck

When It comes to thick bitches man, you know I am a fean
I fucked an ogre bitch, cause you know my bills are green
When it comes to IG thots, man you know they not for me
And when it comes to pullin' bitches, man you know they in my genes

Running up these check, man I got 'em on a treadmill
All these cameras 'round me got me feelin' like the fucking deal
Yes you all know that I'm really fucking bout it
When I pull up on your bitch and I start fuckin' on yo thottie

Yes they call me WaYBaO man I'm really with the shits
Man I pull up to you crib and I start fucking on yo bitch
I gave her this tip and I'm not talkin' money
I will pull up to your hive and give your queen bee this honey

I'm sippin' on the double cup, cause I'm leveled up
And I just ain't some shrooms, man that's why I'm doubled up
And when I met your girl she said she don't kiss or hug
All she wanna do is take me to her crib and straight f*ck

Cause you date a dirty bitch, man she wants more than one
If her body count was in pounds bitch it'd weigh a ton
Cause these hoes nowadays never want to be cuffed
Cause they always givin' dome on their knees just for fun

When I pull up to the party, man you know I'm here to play
But I'm not a fucking child, so you can't call me drake
I'm not wit the child's play, but with drake I can relate
When I see those 5,6,7 O's in my bank

Cause everybody in your town, man they call me rain maker
When I start fucking rapping turn that water into vapor
Man I started spitting bars, like I'm always getting paper
My bars change the weather like my name was brother nature

Got the syrup with the sprite cause you know that I be blending it
Clip long as a keyboard, cause you know I be extending it
Bands on top of bands, yes you know I be spending it
Her hair is in my fist and your bitch is at the end of it

Got the weed with the lighter cause I'm tryna get higher
Mind is like a match box, cause I'm only
Making fire
If you see the black rari, man you know who's the driver
All the people say they ride or die for these ghost riders

Which just makes no sense, You don't write your own shit?
Hearing that through my ears makes you sound like a bitch
I'm just being hella honest I'm just keeping it 100
So if you want this race, we can go ahead and run it

But I ain't a fucking snitch, so I don't kiss and tell
Man, these people all around me make me feel like I'm in hell
This choppa on my waist better hope it don't yell
Cause you rappers like a peanut man, I'll break yo fucking shell like (dang)

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