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Ice on body it looks some water
Water on me I put that on my daughters
Water on me like a boat at the harbor
My diamonds hit harder Adrian bronner
I

and stop bitching (shut up)
Just hold his ching and stop bitching

It's easy like one-two-three, in the Five, no Jackson
Jump out cars and a mad ting, mad

drivin' off in a fast car
Rappin' this out bar by bar Me and Laury on the track, man, that's hard

Get to swipin' like a credit card Punchin' every bar

like a laker
Ian stallin I don't wanna date her
She want this meat but I don't wanna cater
Choppa gon hit em, it leave em with craters
Cars by the crib I

I ain't know no Adderall, but that's why I'm up tonight
Nigga think it's Superman, clock gon' hit like kryptonite
I knew they was fakin' off, I knew

fast, if I slow down then I get mad, be feeling lazy
I hit the gas, God got my back so it's no breaking
Breaking bad, I want my people fed by any means

your last time
I'll find a better man for me

I get some strange feelings
These feelings turn into thoughts
Packing up my clothes and turn my car on
Hit

turd
Nigga back up, you see him all night
Face shot, make a nigga hold that

He got eight by them bands like a snack
JVG, bitch, I'm heavy on that
I be

the thrown
When I'm gone tombstone
By the river they will bury me
Bury me, carry me, spiritual wave make the opps flee when they step to me
But I'm loving my

to school
Sunday night he hits the store
Grab a quick bite, hungry and bored
Headphones in he doesn’t hear the car
A guy starts shouting “The cops ain’t far.”

all in the way
Pick a  side, don't get hit by a stray

And I ran up a band today
I'm in a all black Nissan, right now I'm teed up
I'm with your bitch

a op if I'm feeling moody
Modern warfare it's a call of duty

Raising stakes when the bets involved
Four ring Audi, that's a foreign car
Ball game when

When you get choices like me it be hard Decide 

How I'm touching all this money n I it feel like I'm getting by 

cy yi yi yi 
Cause 
I done made good

the game where you guess if inventions were made by Black. 
We are here with our guest Ms. K. cre you ready to play
I am ready, as the kids say.. No Cap 
Ok,

I'm lit
Bullets hit your chest like they was doing up the Heimlich
South side niggas I don't dispise it
I could never give up doing my gift
And shit

to your hood
On a drive by
Shooting out the window
Screaming die bitch die
Hit marker sounding
Send um up where the birds fly
Morning after praying
Up

Got bottles on deck
Too yakked gotta watch where I step
Still any talk then man will get slept
One jab hit em with the right and the left
Still 2

really got harder
Stabbed in the back, by a couple people wish I seen it coming
Young as hell, thuggin' with my cousin plotting on some money
I held it

her
We hit the strip where the neon lights live
Seen the heights of the rich and priceless
Got hitched in a pinch like wise men, Blacked out in

By the year 2024, I wanna make it big I be catchin' and mashin' like I'm Stefon
Diggs Might even rule that bitch, I guess I might hit
hoes walkin'

ain't crushed then pick another Store
Ain't no sleep at night
If Ian right I'm rollin til the morning
My night stand
Siting by my right hand
Grab

postin' on that block just like a 9-to-5
I be damn  I get  hit in my shit, try to catch a Uber ride

It's Flocka World and TCG, this the G, you gon' die

money to talk to me

I say it's only me
I can tell my slime a mile away who you supposed to be?
I'm thuggin' by my lonely I ain't got no one recordin' me

Every time I roll up, I make sure they see the beam

Nigga, I just trap hard, trap god
Pushing a two-seater, would've thought it was nascar car
I'm trying