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of these lil' niggas just lazy
I ain't even really got a name, but I'm worth a mil ticket If you want me on the track, gotta pay me
Four pockets full, no

these bitches to rare
The way that he spit cant be no gayer
Pull up get head by the major
She sending text okay her
Pull up you know that I JR

I get that

He gonna get it right mama don't care
As long as I'm not gettin' life
At his door, low, Unc'
That's how nigga's fight
He open up I flip him around

She's a track star the way she running through my bands
She's a pop star the way she popping through the xans
She's a hood star the way she got 'em doing

by your chains
Ama leave a niggas bloody sowoo lil wayne
Bout to make me go
Insanes Sane sane sane sane sane sane
Swear to God am bout to go
Insane

by Obama
Got his lo from a lil' bitch, this score a breeze like Bahama

Yeah niggas run they mouth now they turn into some runners
Know my shorty

Wake up in the AM and I'm counting up racks
This a marathon not a race track
Value authenticity Can't erase that
If I ever fall off Ima come back

lacking pop him, call him a door cause we knocked him
Out of my face nigga ugly, I'm tryna get money lil nigga you not real you just funny
Weather so low

Make a play for ten rackies but I need mo
Cee low with the green I need c notes
She know how I be when she deep throat
I ah get a bitch wet fast like

rolling in a white Benz
(She in the club tryna get some money)
So when the night ends
Y'all know what she doing with her white friends
(Don't need no love

That you don't get laid
By the flying strays
Duck season lil' homie
Hit the highway
Gold trippin' got that chain
Swingin' both ways
Anneh Syze
Do it like

low
Watching everything thang moving hearing the streets talk
They said what's his name shhsh ahhtt I'm already on em
Lil dawg ran out town shit ima get

not glad
Better get to a bag
Cuz like ye n em said
Lil ma want yo cash
And if yo ain't got it
She gon hit the dash
Leave you in ya feelings
And down

these fiends
And i gotta get it by any means
If you fucking with 12, getaway from me
Woah woah, that nigga isa opp gotta go
I killed a nigga and i shot em

Back from the LAnd
I am the man
With a million dollar plan
Say lil shorty
You see my life
Tired of eating
Ramon noodles
With some rice
I been so low

that life's a gamble, gotta roll the dice and get some movement
Finally better by myself, lil shordy calling and I said

I, don't wanna see your ass

emotion
Heartless around these bitches leaving they lil hearts hurting
That's the past me moving forward I'm only healing
Treasuring the good times

run
Every track so dope hit pause an watch it Crack back
Hit play again an when it starts to spin you get a contact twack
So get the what ups now
My

the memories baby they fading
I ain't influenced by instagram pages
You kept it true I can never repay it
On the same track it's just two different paces
Do not

on the dick to the ball to the hands
Fucked up so hard, ripped a hole through the pants
This ain't it all, watch a bitch get murked outside

By drivin' tracks

I ain't no average joe
Not your typical flow
My homie use to sell blow
Hit em up for the raw cut on the low
Shipments coming through Mexico
Why you

ain't even really think we'd make it this far
Pressed Jigga three times til he drove off
You can't blame me
We was tryin' to get these flows off
Yeah,

quick

Harvest season Imma get the fruits of my labor
And when it comes time
You know its runnin low
Where is left to go
When it feels like you've

(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Yuh (ayy), yuh, what? (Ayy)
Yuh, yuh, what? (Ooh)
Yuh, yuh, yuh (bitch)
Yuh, yuh, fuck (ayy)