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Can't f*ck with these niggas and bitches, they playing
Fucked her to sleep, then I woke her ass up
Bruh that shit was so funny, she thought she was staying
Get to that money and run up them bands
Niggas be toting them pistols but really I rather just give you these hands
Shit I live a life that you can't understand
And I did this shit by my motherfucking self, ain't no way that I need me a motherfucking hand
These little bity niggas can't do what I can
I'm in the trap, wrap it up in suran
I got to do I what do, got to stick to the plan
These hoe little niggas gone know, we ain't playing
I'm high than bitch, I don't think I'm a land
And I do shit for my motherfucking fam
And I do this shit for my brothers and sisters
Deal with the pain, so I drink up the liquor
I use to eat zannies and ride with the pistol
Then get a little freak to come eat up the pickle
I'll serve him a dime, I'll serve him a nickel
I'm sipping on syrup, while I'm in my vehicle
Remember, we put all them pounds in the rental
And now we gone body every instrumental
Dukie Lump, boy I am not a pretender
Popping these zans, I don't think I remember
Prescription like candy, I chew them like dinner
We got what you need, I pull up and deliver
Ups, Fed Ex, Amazon the pack gone be on time
Big blue, hell of muddy, wochkard only pour two lines
Banana clip, monkey bars, playground, swear to God we sliding
You peewee, junior high, Eli, bitch I'm a giant
I get that backwood, I'm packing it
See the sack, tackle it
Thought we was capping, so we put a cap in him
Dropped him down to a knee just like he Kapernick
We not with that acting shit, we get to clapping shit
Won't be no accident
We can't settle for less we ain't average
Got to go get that salad quick ,Run up them digits
I'm smoking exotic, can't twist up no midget
Im out Oklahoma
I'm from Mississippi, I keep this shit pimping
Won't entertain bitches bringing up you niggas
Feeling like Popeye, chasing all this spinach
Mississippi, Oklahoma the business
Only thing I know is don't leave a witness
I came out the motherfucking trenches, my nigga we different
It ain't no way I'm a change how I'm living
I stack it , I flip it, and then I repeat it
Bring me the Coochi, you know I'm a eat it
Fucked her to the weekend, it was on the weekend
A nigga stayed down but they just can't believe it
We can achieve it
Only see her Sunday just like the deacon
Damn Leww why the f*ck you keep preaching
Man somebody got to teach them
Listen when a real nigga be speaking
All these other niggas be tweaking
Shoot him down if he think he got defense
Sipping syrup, boy this not butter pecan
All of these bitches and niggas, they geeking
Can't f*ck with these niggas and bitches, they playing
Fucked her to sleep, then I woke her ass up,
Bruh that shit was so funny, she thought she was staying
Get to that money and run up them bands
Niggas be toting them pistols but really I rather just give you these hands
Shit I live a life that you can't understand
And I did this shit by my motherfucking self
Ain't no way that I need me a motherfucking hand
These little bity niggas can't do what I can
I'm in the trap, wrap it up in suran
I got to do I what do, got to stick to the plan
These hoe little niggas gone know we ain't playing
I'm high than bitch, I don't think I'm a land
And I do shit for the motherfucking fam
And I do this shit for my brothers and sisters
Deal with the pain, so I drink up the liquor
I use to eat zannies and ride with the pistol
Then get a little freak to come eat up the pickle
I'll serve him a dime, I'll serve him a nickel
I'm sipping on syrup while I'm in my vehicle
Remember we put all them pounds in the rental
And now we gone body every instrumental

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