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Play It Out right
Fuck all that shit cause its light
And my future is to bright
Went from riding them bikes
Now we jumping on flights
Some hoes fell in

talk about business 
She like can we go on a date I say great stop by a wendys
Blowing so much dope somebody roll down a window
Watch out for the folks i

you make me love selfish 

I feel some type of way each time they look your way
I feel myself getting crazier by the day yea 
Crazy for you im feeling

ain't talking shit I'm just tryna vent (Let me vent bitch)

Every time I walk in the building I catch me a scent (Damn)
I'm surrounded by pussies like

a cat getting clean You really a lick 
Yo time running out I can tell by the tic 
Ha 

Tic tock
Diamond bezels on a wrist watch 
You really hating but yo

to The store you need something Alright
I woke up in the morning Heard some trouble in the alley But this ain't nothing new Another day in southern Cali Its bout

shout out lil pump
Had to get to them bands ain't no trumpets
Had to get to the money it's nothing
By all means we don't play fair
Bitches childish need

think her booty fake tho
Still gon hit gon get my weight up
Y'all lil niggas need to catch up
You so tough until they catch ya
If we running i'm always

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Twitter fingers always flexin
Try to shine by dimming me
Lil bitch that’s the wrong direction
Feel the force when in my presence
Hear the horses

dawg done blessed me with the joog
I'm movin in silence, these niggas tell
Sandwich bags and digital scales
Jumped off the porch, I need some money, I'm

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Twitter fingers always flexin
Try to shine by dimming me
Lil bitch that’s the wrong direction
Feel the force when in my presence
Hear the horses

And roll up some green 
EBO da mob 
Bitch EBO Da team 
Bad lil cheeecka 
I beat up her cheeeks 
Ughhh 
Den it's adios senorita 
I say Chi chi chi chi chi chi

that's what money do
Cross 'em up, times 2, I never heard of you
Rollin' deep by myself, 'cause I don't need a crew
I keep it tucked in my belt, 'cause I

gonna tell you a lil' 'bout me
I got interested in Architecture at age 3
Minus one. And this wordplay's stoppin' ya'
It's the very math that made 1st

dried up by the time he got back and I’m over it. 
No bitch, he slid the finger in then boom hit me with that ice flipped me to the back 
Okay I’m

They Need Playpens,
My Kush Strong No Drig Drag Money In Some Big Bags,
Cut In Line In Front Of These Mc’s Like I Was Six Flags,
Push Rhymes Like Weight

move to the Hilton count up some Hamilton's bi**h see my ring now I'm interesting  
I get the money the dividends I don't got time for a broke females

for crowns, awards, titles, niggas, and rates,
Subtracting you bitches from the equation like 12-4=8 
So don't confuse my time as a mah fucking play

homies
Ain’t my kin folk
I put that time in like it’s prison
What you In 4?
My heart get colder by the second
But this heater on me
I’m walking straight up

These niggas keep giving me guns, like I won't aim them
And shoutout Beagle, that's my homie, yeah I name him
Yeah, shoutout homie
I cannot do this by my

the struggle over
And I need me a real one by my side
Put in the time baby girl we gon shine
Can you wait until the struggle over
Can you wait until the struggle

u-number one
It’s time to make a sacrifice, shlabel’ abaphansi
Grab the bull by the horns, vele s’nqamul’ intamo ye nkabi
I’m stretching niggas out, lil

a Gemini
And that's the power of them words I been that getting by
I find my prowess in the purp when I'm getting fried
I was just a minor going major

leaving the bar with the baddest
I'm sorry lil momma I'm doin' it all out of habit
It wouldn't be the first time it happened
Not sayin' you should