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Racksss, Yayyy
Money, green, like the money
Yeah, Hey
Aye he ain't never threw no shots at us
Never threw no rocks at us
So why these niggas always

Was once a sticky lemon now I'm lemonade
Being this type of artist got a price to pay
Flexing on hatters that ain't no debate
Took the shot in

Yeah I told that bitch I'm not okay
If you love me, won't hurt me, wouldn't stand and send them shots at me
Bitch I'm staying in my head because this

I know you
Do not want to
End up
Inside my backroom
I swear to God
They'll find you
Shot up
Inside my backroom

I don't really think
That I feel

And with every shot I brick
I'm laying stepping stones
I ain't worried about a hoe
I'm focused on my goals
I'm never forcing vibes
I'd rather chill alone
I

hearin the sirens
Starin at the blue lights shots were firin
My way headed down the highway sideways
No one givin up
No one givin up
Ridin down the road

you gonna get shot bang

Aye Let me dream bitch
56 Kallzz
Straight up
Yes sirrrrrr
Look at my gang,Yahan koi nai same
Lemonade drip, galle me chain

order

Ending the night
Dropping the shots
Smoking the pot
Send em a light
High as a kite
Show em I got
Snow, like a lot
Smoke in the sky
We're so alike

back, baby
Didn't have to hurt like this
Didn't have to hurt like this, it
Didn't have to hurt like this, I
Shot my shot and I missed
Didn't have to hurt

bet not hear
You say shit bout a Blo
It's a 100 shots
Ya It's a 100 shots
Bet not run bitch we hunting opps
Janitor came through with the mops
Ya it's

shot shot shot shot
Ran outta ammo
Dressed in camo
Loaded up my ammo
Thinking about pesos
Love too much
Sucks so much
Love too much
Sucks so much
Weirdo

Olowo laye mo
Baba je kin loro
I never get enough
I go still get more
Money wey dey dirty mouth
Money wey dey shot the mouth
Money wey plenty
Money wey

Y'all know I'm grinding all the way up (ok)
I write songs at night homie I stay up (ok)
I'm a good shot I can bank it (at least)
But I still can't do

Celebrate
Celebrate
Be happy what you got with ya
Some can't relate
Holla-day
It's holla-day
That mean to shoot yo shot
Pimpin' sweet candy cane

getting ecstatic
Missing shots yeah I think you need practice
Got a bitch and her ass is the fattest
Plain janes on our wrist living lavish
We be scoring

33 shots had a war in her liver (Let's go)
(Yea yea)
Bae yo man a bitch for life
Just face it
(Just face it, Just face it yea!)

Would of should

drunk on you like wine
Don't need a shot to feel butterflies 
Pour me another cup of those bright blue eyes
I get drunk on you like wine
Oooh

We don't

(hah, ja)
Sie schaut mich an, ich find' kein' Anfang
Bestell zwei Shots, dass ich sie in der Hand hab'

Next up (pah, pah)
Hab' mich nicht gewundert,

don't play me like I'm green
Don't do it, don't do it
Twelve shot on that beam, she rolling off of Beam
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Look, I was outside

Yeah woah
Yeah yeah
Oh yeah
Woah
Woah woah
Yeah
I do the dash bitch
Can't catch me fucking with average
Ima young savage
Run up you one shot
Call me

30 Clip 30 shots
30 Clip on this nigga clip in my hand
That 30 clip 30 shots thirty clip
Thirty shots thirty clip
Uh Uh about to walk them down
About

off a runway
Baby I got it I got it I call the shots naw naw I don't pump fake
Top ten check my highlights I be balling from monday to sunday
We do this

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Bitch you gotta be careful on my block
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in the shells like a taco that's what he ate
You went to work but you aint seen him yo homie
I snuck in his crib and I shot him bitch you are