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out in Rome
I ain't gon stop till my pockets drag the floor
I ain't gon stop till mfs get exposed
You know bitches wanna bone
Tell em sorry bae we

up on my nerves
And I can just kill em by reading in my word
Gotta be grateful cause nothing I deserve
And no I ain't never worried bout humility
They

tell em what I saw
We want headtaps or better won't go lower than yo jaw
I thought niggas was my dawg until I seen they had claws
This shit going

trance
It might be the xans
It might be the bands
Don't judge em by ah glance
Man it's fourth and 50 yards how I'm kicking shit it's up
I been telling my

I'm so hard, you so soft
Like a maxi pad go get a tinder
Be knocking em out they socks
Leave you dangling like a cheap spinner
Be knocking you out

the sand
I keep a stick like a band, but I feel like a fan by the way that I constantly spin
(I be spinning shit)
Spinning again and again like a cycle
See

Bought these hoes a BNB so I could make a fucking mess
Stacked bout 70 something bands off of swiping all these cards
Boy this shit ain't really difficult

on k, case the ops get clever
Gon' head and hit J
Tell 'em bring the suppressor
Ooh, get 'em
Metal, bender
Mans, too kettle
Nah, I don't settle
Hell naw,

don't got time for tripping
They blinded by envy they can't see my vision
I do it for mama to tell her I'm winning
Stay alive for my sister I had to stop

Cut it up. C'mon c'monnnnnnnnnnn. Roscoeeeee
Shawty I'm a baller, a big shot caller.
If I give em 10 digits best believe I'm gon call her.
Shots

through the
Bands, Simon Miller pants
Hanging off my ass
9 milli 38 don't make me do the hammer dance

I’m either cooking dope or selling dope
Come and get

goal
Buy a new car, I'ma pay that bitch in cash
Tell 'em the change, I don't want my fucking quarter back
I've been running up my money, I don't own

not trust em
They ain't with the team then I'm feeling like fuck em
I need some bands in my hand right now
You ain't one of us boy you more like a clown

that on my shorty
I'ma be a fuckin' trillionaire by the time I'm 40
Treat 'em like they circled get from round me if you do not know me
Way before this

must be a Russo
Everything 10/10
So you know what it is
You can tell I'm the true goat
(Stfu, bitch ass nigga )
No I don't play by the book
All of the Ws

Tell me
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me
Ha, new beamer 2 seater interior blue
I Been sipping henny I got

47

It's AG
O'Neill 
New shit
New shit
New shit
Yeah
Hey I gotta tell y'all something man 

I'm too much
I'm too clutch 
I'm too up
Scoot up 
When

think what to tell em
I ain't budged nor I'm judging on the privileged fellows
While they selfishly take advantage of those who are selfless
So it's

with 'em if The Lord is my witness, come take me with 'em
I said shorty what you feeling, I can't do this by myself
You the only one around, so that's

Ha ha aah y'all know what it is
Now say it with me (Tell em the name)
Chamillitary mayn
Hold up y'all know what it is
Chamillitary mayn yeah hmm

the soundtrack all throughout my thirties 
Where I chased my dreams broke hungry worried
How I'd provide for my Queen and our four sons
I'd tell 'em if you wanna

fuck em sleeps (yeah)
When Pull up in the club niggas knows what it is (they know)
Gat em bitches scountin on me
Ama savage, ion react to this bitches

can't blame 'em
Fuck it, I can't save 'em
I'm with my niggas and one caucasian
Frontrunner shit, I'm the one y'all chasin'
That boy a hoe, think a gun

of where I take em
My bitches looking at you like lemme break em
I tell the hoes get what you can if
These niggas gon' let you rape em
Might give niggas