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throwing up weight
I can't wait to see yo face lil boy I ain't come to play
Get out the way no casanova talking tough to play possum
Where's your honor
By my

Lord knows it's going down
Something wrong with me God know that I'm a broken child
This glock ten will do him in Demar Derozan style
I used to smoke my

'm Luther
I got a lil dream on these beats I'm rephrasing it
This just the way that I'm made innit
Keeping it real ain't no way that I'm faking it
Couldn't

They gotta sign an NDA Just to get me wet
Dog niggas I ain’t talkin bout ya lil pet
I’m OT i get it poppin like a Prylocec
Got foreign muscles so I guess

And I been deep up in my bag
Run up on me wrong my nigga pop you like a tag
My nigga got that pole on him, ready to slide
Don't let him find a V,

My lil' baby so bad, she so rude
Bust a nut then I'm back with the troops
Off the dome cause I pale the truth
I peep niggas, they watching my moves For

might just be Tannis, in uh the borderlands looking straight for the vault key
I just keep fucking a send, and I don't know who ima be by this time next

change Nd they emulate sound 
Im on paper trail took a different route
Now I got a lil sum in the bank account
Niggas be thirsty for attention whole time

This how we live
Not giving a f***
Fast cash making money dancing and such (Huh)
Flash on snapping when I step on the scene
Don't stop clapping hoe they

On a nice ass beat (What the fuck am I doing)

Ay, ay run It up
Posted with a double cup, fuck
Hol up I think I’ve changed a lil bit
Hair blonde and I ain’t

Proper

Verse: 14

Buddy asked me for a verse told em I charge a lil fee.

scrunched up his face what you thought I'd do that shit off GP.

Stop that

drank liquor
Beat up my opps now they tryna run round this bitch cliqued up
Tell yo shawty to get off my Telly
She mad cuz I don't wanna fuck she want

fumble
It can really be a brawl turn this shit to royal rumble
Pull up to your city run it up watch me make a couple
Nigga try and runoff with the lope

(5Star STS nigga)
(My nigga Corn made this bitch, nigga)
Windows down after a hotbox, look like the whip on fire
Check engine light just came on, I

(yeah, yeah)
A Thousand grams, Nigga 'they don't understand,
Check it... I was just by the Jim Rice
sellin' substances out of pans
Fell in love with

imma run it back
Nigga mad I fucked his bitch we was geeking in the trap
Nigga ion want this bitch nigga I'm a punt it back
No printer that's facts yeah

evocative
Plus the conglomerate do not run itself
I feel like ace boogie
But this it ain't a movie

Fuck that 9 to 5 
I'm down to ride
Just no homicide
My

All that lean he steady sipping
Me and all my niggas tryna run it to the ceiling
She tryna get my number but I'm focused on the digits
From LA down

It was like 2008. We'd replay beats hours straight. 
Need I say. They were wildest freestyles to date, at least. 
Okay maybe it only sounded great

got a frown
Slumped over when he walks
Don't know what my purpose is
Tryna find my purpose it
Runs me off a cursive cliff
That's why I will curve

Begging me to come over
Gave that bitch the cold shoulder
Blue faces sliding by my lonely
World is mine bitch I think I'm Tony
Pay day
I think it's payday

this is
Got you feeling like we in sync
We Apryl and Omarion
Cause he Lil Fizz
Copped his best Friend
I know I made him hurt
Niggas feeling real burnt,

this BIN
Counting up my blessings while I'm
Running up my sins lil' bitch on dick
I'm gon' put it in her ribs
Jumped in the water, now I drown in

she trippin' shawty wanna have my baby
Get a 100 pieces, at least an 80
Been movin' different lately
Boolin' by the palm trees where its shade
I ain't