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gotta leave
Can't go back and forth
Wit u niggas
Not wasting my time and energy
Now I see me a dime piece
And she lookin like
DAMN DAMN DAMN
Goin crazy

to mouth now he missin his teeth
Say you want smoke you get put on a tee
Fw wit da gang bitch we shoot like kyrie
I steal yo bitch let me fuck for da free

a master at work when my mind
Like 
Son of guy 
Man u runnin wit rhymes wit every line 
I be takin a life 
A nigga be livin deep in the
Hype im well aware

to do.....
But when I get time imma spend it wit u...

So girl hold me down
While I'm on the grind I'm getting mine
Tryta bring home this bacon
And ain't no

em stay up in they lane so

Basically imma spread the word 
Migrains my bars painful yo head will hurt 
Emerge first wit the work i splurge u be

Big bank take lil bank bitch I got all the dough 
Creepin wit the demons I need 3 just for ah fuckin show 
You can't come into the trap lil nigga

her go tell her nigga
He play wit gang we sent him up he delivered
50 round drum beat the shit til its empty
He pillow talkin he goin snitch wats

[Guy] Hey Charli, hey Charli, hey Charli
[Guy] She's unbelievable and she wit
[ChB] I-N-C

[Chorus]
[Guy] Hey Charli
[ChB] Catch me runnin red

Bitch im on the block wit my brothers aye
Bitch im on the block wit my brothers aye
Bitch im on the block wit my brothers aye
Bitch im on the block

You cant hate it if you wanted it
Shordy got the flo yay
Eat wit misters in the shade
We call it soul glo yay
Old things fade away
But they never go

the muthafucking face like a surgeon

It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering

Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering



Lyrics label wit

cause ya foo dang
Couldn't hold my balls, couldn't hold my wang
Stank hoes wanna see me in the grave
But I'm quick to slap a trick wit a 12 gauge
You know

i might cause a sence
Bad chick yea she boujee and mean
How you aint like me we aint never meet
Think you mad cause she fucking wit me
Youngest nigga

I tried to tell these motherfucker's man
And we ain't playin' at all
Aye
Don't I hustle for profit, ayee
Don't I mob wit the mobsta's, ayee
Don't I

process
Work ethic gone grow

This pretty lil lady been driving me crazy 
Got ass and shakin it slow 
I hang wit the vets it ain't nomo rookie 
My nigga I

When I walk in the room everybody get quiet
I was out in the field wit the mob like a riot
Man this shit is so real that I can’t even write it
I just

Got me caught wit a
Bottle out the store
Wasn't even hard or nothin, olive oil
Friends bragged on lifting
I got caught drifting
Compass gotta be

Hotel motel where the freaks at
Purple packs ass fat yea I need that
Diggy Dave
Rich City wit a thickie
Si vu plait
What you say
I'm gettin jiggy

This yo song! this yo song girl
This yo song! this yo song
Fuck it up girl! fuck it up
She's a hustle on the grind she be working
Never wit no clown

it feel different
Twin glocks lil baby she a drill wit me
Brand new house up on the hill but its little to me
I be stumbin all my words when i'm

I got shit up on my mind
Slipping through the cracks
Sauce dripping like the slime
I double dare a bitch to get messy wit my time
Ima leave you

this angel too far
But the drops boundless wit demons
I wont face look at my face yo it was stained wit fear seen jason
Relived the scenes of street

My thugs wit me,
my thots hit me, ayy
my thugs wit me,
my thots hit me alnight
my thugs wit me, my
thots hit me 어, 왜?
my thugs wit me always,
my

I know all a that
I don't be speaking a lot, I just cock it back
Then I go seek fa my opp, where my target at
I'm in the streets wit a mop, go