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They all up on my dick I'm who they looking up
Everytime she on her knees that's when she looking up
Yeah I noticed that she nasty when she lick it up
Better watch out with ya hands that's where my stick is tucked
You ain't got no bands, you can't be with us
Attempted murder, yeah I kill the beat for fun
Niggas shooting like they Book, like they play for the Suns
I don't listen to that chit chat, I been number one
Underdog but I been moving like I'm winning sum'
I been moving like a Thunder cat up in the Scat
I been filling up the stats play where the Thunder at
And I been making easy money, I ain't coming back
I ain't fucking with that bitch, yeah I'm moving on
Know they want me for that sack, can't f*ck groupie hoes
Yeah I be with bad bitches, get a lotta those
You ain't got ya bag right, you be with stupid hoes
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
That's a sad life
No I cannot give a bitch my heart, I live a bad life
They see me with my hoes, they give me looks
Like yeah she bad right
Tryna stack my bread up to the top
I got my bag right
Bitches tryna f*ck up on the kid
Like what's ya dad like
I been sitting back counting this money
What's ya math like
I be looking at em telling lies
Like is that right
I been tryna get right for the summer
Get that sack light
Yeah, It's been a long night
Amiri jeans with the patches, pockets all right
Only f*ck with my day ones, my circle all tight
Heard them niggas plotting on me, make a call right now
I been all alone, I tell em I been alright yuh
If them niggas want a problem, got a pole right now
I might have to hit a nigga in his dome right now
And bitch I'm high as f*ck so please don't text my phone right now
I can't f*ck with niggas, thought he was my homie
Bitch you broke as f*ck, You ain't making no cheese
And all the people on my side they left me lonely
How you talking on my name, If you don't know me
All that shit they talking, fake as f*ck
Money falling down like leaves, I f*ck around and rake it up
What you wanna do we f*ck around and hit his face or sum
We can go around and take him out like it's a date or sum
Designer fits you know I got my racks all on my doly
Hate it when they bringing up the past, cus that's the old me
Bitch I got my lil friend, I hit em' like I'm Tony
Know I be with Smoove and Clipzz, The gang, we like to roll deep
Know I got some chains and Imma wear em' like some trophies
If you talking to em' you a rat, don't hang with police
Claim a nigga better, You gon' have to show me
Be like Floyd all in them comments, I be acting like I don't read
What you got in there
I just do my dance just like I'm Uzi, too much sauce in here
I just get to pullin up to Saks, I get to the coppin' there
I'ma get my bitch the biggest bag, you get the biggest sale

Ain't my homie
By my doly
Like I don't read
Yeah, yeah yeah

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