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(Slatt, weh, slatt, hold on, yeah, hold on, beep)
(Poh, poh, poh)
Don’t costomize me (Aha)
This hoe want bite me (Aha)
Crush my pill up on a tray, bitch

won't get
My speed high for them holice so you know they won't get
Closer enough to check my tag or get behind me
They find so they can do me grimy
Remind

Chris
Ballin' like it's March Madness
Niggas movin' like a savage
My lil shawty she a bad bitch
And I know niggas ain't had this
Ballin' like it's March

call, I can get a nigga gone
I'm a king lil bitch, point me to my throne
But it's a cold world nigga you gon' die alone
Yeah, I've been on that drank bad

Ain't got no feelings yeah my heart cold
Back sipping on that drank I'm in a dark mode (I'm in a dark mode)
She say she want to show me love because

play around this bitch and
We gon' kill somethin'

Nigga, meet me at the Shell
Let's do it proper, nigga
Any nigga in my car, he down to pop a nigga
Lil

all mines lil nigga
I do what I want, different kind of nigga
I’ve been rocking out solo, I shoot by myself
I’m on my way up but don’t fuck with nobody

turning me green
Talking tough acting rough you know what acting up
Getting that bread and then I get to packing up
Pass me the drank and pour it in my

only be fine
I just need to grow up, find my seat in time
Let too many opportunities pass me by 
Spend to much time daydreaming at the sky
In the clouds,

Ok, grrah
Coreey crazy

Dance, boogie wonderland
Check came in, I got a band
Like Lil Wayne, you stand under me
If you just don't understand
Dance,

smell like  doo doo
Lil baby so fine swear she can be my lil boo
Young nigga stay throwed she tryna eat me like cashews
Still think about dem days dat I

Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart

When the fuck you gon' start recognize

to bet on my shit
I treat that bet just like a bitch and bitch I bet imma hit

(you are all I need)

Yeah and thats facts
They all tried to tell me how

in my drank I’m tryna light it up
Short hair thin waist I’m tryna beat it up
Too much money lil homie get your digits up
And ima need at least a 4 if

red
Just like Lil Wayne
I'm just saying though
I'm just saying though
I'm just I'm just
I'm just saying though
I'm just saying though me
I'm just saying

She ain't never comin' back, no dawg
I keep losing pieces of my mind (yeah, uh-huh)
This emotion, I get faded all the time, yeah (now, feel me tho')

im a mad man
Pouring lil dirty in my Fanta
Work kicking like a panda

These niggas softer than bitch ass
Fin to grab up on they bitch ass
Sipping

I can grill a mean steak while I drink my whiskey neat
I keep a glock nine tucked and a case pocket knife with me
I got a four by four with some

way some time
Feel I should make you mine yeah
Ouu girl you fine yeah
Pretty slim thick with the tight grip
Come over here my way
Only me can deal with

gon’ fight me
Small Lil Gangster
My whole existence
Home is in the 60’s
Brothers with the pistons
Where them lockdowns was so persistent
But I'm stop now

Sacred on the track
I told lil' shawty come by
How come these bitches just stay in my mind
Hop in the Ghost and then we gone' ride
Butterfly doors

basket (R.I.P. Kobe)
Might just have to pass if lil' shawty average (Uh huh)(I don't want that)
But, she at my pad if she really that bad (Uh huh)(Yea,

lane so there's no one who's stopping me
Pretty lil thing hit my line she got the white toes
Lightskin Curly Hair think she like 5'4
Put'em on a one way

Been uppin my rank so them people can gas me
Foot on they neck like the peddle it's gassin
Step how I step I'm the answer who asking
Gone head rip me