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pullin way up out yo league bro
My pops a better singer but I still stack dem C notes
That's why they wanna roll wit me tho
Tell me Iz you rollin with

Mo thinking bout my woes
Still can't believe them niggas died

So don't come to close
All of my niggas got toast
Over this bread we gon fire it
Yo time

Smoking and sipping
A ya ya ya
Have you ass
Slippin and tripping
Flipping and spending
Mo' money out your pockets
Wantin' to buy everything
Up in the Smoke

got the sauce
Girl I know you lost
Remember the time
No money in school lunch line
Lines that I crossed to get by
Over the ocean I dive
Swim with

gold, on all of my songs
Tell you the truth
Me and my bitch, got yo bitch
Just over here, twerking in thongs
Maybe that’s because I’m on a roll
Or maybe

Lyri
Yo
Haze, What up?
Good Lookin'

Search for inspiration 
I read bout pappy mason 
Hit Jamaica on vacation 
God bless my dead (What up)
Prayers

but our history you deduct, uh
Cause that melanin is a valuable stock
Mo' precious than gold, so our bodies they rob
Now we call the shots
We are that

you a favor
Bro’s coming mo money show respect to the waiters
We did so much bad now time to make it right
Waiter came back to the biggest tip in her

checks up
Asked you how you know Doc these days I ain't really tryna flex bruh 
And he said quit playing Boi I can see the drop all on yo neck bruh 
How

shit
They in charge. Hard to say it's ours. Elmer Fudd shit
Lynched on them trees I pass by on a daily
Get mo degrees and crackers don't wanna pay me

of you fake hoes
Don’t post no mo guns they tryna build a case bro
This one for my niggas in the sky with halos
I said grandma know you very missed
I said

my stacks
Make all my money man
Make it all back
When I just blow it
Blow it on her blow it on this blow it on that
Blow it on new fucking cars

Yo turn me up
I've been whipping in the kitchen
Sauce it up
Wrist gon have to play it part
It's acting up
Upcoming rapper hearing this 
They giving

by doubles
And if you can keep up
Then you should just give up yo spot
Listen 
I don't usually do the triplets
But cuz you tripping
I went ahead

money thats counterfeit
All y'all fuckers can suck my dick
My shit look like a banana split
Harder then a peach pit
Y'all gonna see the size of it
Bit by

for features
I wanted exposure you said I’m not prepared
So look at me now bitch
I won’t say your name for no mo’fucking clout bitch
Yeah I go by Bambi

it? Aye lemme stop yo
I got the gun by the work
Off half a perc
Thot tryna flirt
Lift her skirt
Do my dirt
Green for the beam
Point at your dreams
Beat

limo or cement pillows
I'm more armed up then a armadillo
I'm trynna change sumn, by changing the sum
Of the money that my fam make for yearly income
I

on the prize lil nigga I don't blink
By next year body covered in ink 
Money and power those big two things 
I don't need yo respect I don't care what you think

you the one I think I cant trust
You don't know what pain is 

You only hop skip and drop top tipped by anybody with a crotch grip 
And never think

days
Yes
SheaButta Bandit
Mind gone living reckless my heart colder than yo necklace
Get money stay down only thang on my checklist
Piss bucket poor but

squeeze  
Instead getting u some money worried bout a nigga 
Instead of getting u some pussy worried bout a nigga 
Instead of taking care yo kids worried

asking for features 
I wanted exposure you said I'm not prepared 
So look at me now bitch
I won't say your name for no mo'fucking clout bitch

Yeah I go by

a better son
She probably hate my guts but I know it's with love
Raised by the streets with the g code but I ain't a g doe
And if you faking gangster don't