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Fightin' a case for the blick, still ain't worried bout shit, back by demand
LAPD on my dick, thought I'd plea out and just sit, not in the plan
Livin' my life catchin' these flights, thought on my mind, where should I land?
F*ck all the hype, really I'm tight sleepin' on me, off more than a 'Xan
Everyone had 'em a chance, now ya time is up, look at the sand
Wonder why she wanna like, get double tapped on sight, like it's the Gram
Bet situations straightened, every single time we spin a bend
Heard they wanted some smoke, way it blow, 'lil boys turn into fans
Get put to bed talkin' mighty
Tuck in my sons good nighty
Shit you sell no one buying
Ain't on display so don't try me
Struck like deer seein' high beams
Ice in my veins no I.V.s
Like pussy in twos Siamese
Runnin' this shit high knees
All of these bands can't fit in my pants, hold in my hands
F*ck up a bag, with all of that ass she got in my hand
Bendin' the strip, hear Skrrt from the whip, 'cause I got the hand
I never trip, 'cause it'll get lit if I wave a hand
Know you a joke, if yo family broke and you ain't gone lend 'em a hand
Why would I hunt for a bird, already got one in both of my hands
Gotta go learn, it's no way that I can hold all of y'all hands
Don't try to merge or swerve into my lane, that's forcin' my hand
You live on a block of any the ops, already know we is not friends
If you threw smut on my name, you better not ever try reach for my hand
Thought the backdoor was open, peeped it was locked when he tried again
If he ain't stand up and sturdy, tell me, how can he claim he a man
Feelin' my bop, she takin' her shot, lovin' how I hit my dance
She give the mawk I'm punchin' the clock, I ain't got time for romance
Lately a date is me workin' late, I rarely got time on my hands
Thinkin' of times the Paype made me wait, I can't even count on one hand
Ain't no debate, if ain't Paype
It's out the way, I cannot chase
I can't relate if you a fake
Gimme some space, f*ck out my face
Trust and believe, I peep a snake
He Slytherin, Professor Snape
Hawks in the wing laid in the wake
Divin' right in soon he take the bait
All of these bands can't fit in my pants, hold in my hands
F*ck up a bag, with all of that ass she got in my hand
Bendin' the strip, hear Skrrt from the whip, 'cause I got the hand
I never trip, 'cause it'll get lit if I wave a hand
Know you a joke, if 'yo family broke and you ain't gone lend 'em a hand
Why would I hunt for a bird, already got one in both of my hands
Gotta go learn, it's no way that I can hold all of y'all hands
Don't try to merge or swerve into my lane, you forcin' my hand

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