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I'm there when you need me
But where the f*ck was you when I was fucked up? You leavin'
I'm runnin' up the digits, had to cut off some leeches
I keep too real with these niggas, believe me
I keep it too trill, most these bitches want semen
I fucked the thot throat now she think she genius
I leave a thot hoe where she stand for no reason
Just want the box hoe, guess she didn't believe me... ha 
I guess she shoulda believed me

I give her pipe like a dyke hoe
Ok now get f*ck out my face, we can't Skype hoe
Run through them Jacksons bitch and I ain't talkin' Michael
I got them Franklins like "Ok, what you like hoe?"
Threw on my chains, introduce her to the light show

These bitches wasn't here when a nigga ain't have enough
I f*ck round and I muthafuckin' leveled up
I get better, this shit gettin' betterer
Pourin' lean with the muthafuckin' measurer
F*ck the side bitch but I won't second her
I get all in her guts, you just textin' her
Dark bitch lookin' like she a deserter
Flip the script on that bitch like an editor

Sippin' on clean clean, fruit punch
Had enough lean for the muthafuckin' month
Niggas ain't real, can't kick it like a punt
Quarantine shit, ate my new bitch for lunch
Uh yea
Fill my blunt with Runtz
Uh yea
And I got some skunk 
Uh yea
Junk up in her trunk
Uh yea 
Put it in her tummy

I'm there when you need me
But where the f*ck was you when I was fucked up? You leavin'
I'm runnin' up the digits, had to cut off some leeches
I keep too real with these niggas, believe me
I keep it too trill, most these bitches want semen
I fucked the thot throat now she think she genius
I leave a thot hoe where she stand for no reason
Just want the box hoe, guess she didn't believe me... ha 
I guess she shoulda believed me

I got a few niggas, its loyalty love
Runnin' up checks and get full of the drugs
Got a few niggas don't do shit but mug
I say the word and they robbin' yo plug
Couple niggas couldn't hang for nothing
It is what it is so I don't give a f*ck
It ain't no beef bitch I'm runnin' up bucks
I'ma big dog, I ain't shit like a pup

In that big B, slide that bitch like a truck
And I be icy like I'm hittin' pucks
She on the goose but she know I'm no duck
Call up my goonies, we slide to the club
Bankroll Crip like wassup with it cuh
Ever since a jit, I been rockin' the slugs
Run with my niggas you know we gone thug
Turn up my nigga, it's bucks and drugs

I'm there when you need me
But where the f*ck was you when I was fucked up? You leavin'
I'm runnin' up the digits, had to cut off some leeches
I keep too real with these niggas, believe me
I keep it too trill, most these bitches want semen
I fucked the thot throat now she think she genius
I leave a thot hoe where she stand for no reason
Just want the box hoe, guess she didn't believe me... ha 
I guess she shoulda believed me

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