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Clutching on his Nine
One day them niggas caught em turnt
Lacking caught em by surprise
It was 4 of them && one of him
They let them glizzys Fye
He taking off

all that gibberish
I see he packin' it, know this pussy's immaculate
Was out here trappin' shit, baggin' work, no, I'm stashin' it
He don't play about

cover especially one you don't read 

You don't know a thing about me don't you try to tell me so 
I got so much on my plate it's hard to say I'm in

What I love about you most you play yo role and do it well
Bad bitches come in first you know I'm rich and cash chanel
Me and you a perfect match I

Will I see you?
Just talkin' about what I see
It's not opinion-based, it's just, just shit I see, uh

The suburbs are filled with ebonics

poppin' tags
100 Thousand that was stashed inside a duffle bag
This come up way to easy, I aint think this shit would last
Boy, I was doin' the dash
20

grave, I think about all of the ways she could've been saved
Blood on my hands, tears fallin' down
Know I got it, I bet they love me now
When I ain't had

(You better pray about it)
I don't know I don't know I don't know but God knows (What I look like, Jesus?)
 
If you ask me what's God think about this,

about a week
And when all them niggas was up, I swear, they ain't think about me
Now they jamming, want the verses free, I'm taxing on GP
I'm like fuck

already been proven that they fold
I’m living wrong sometimes I think I might not make it to get old
But fuck that shit either way my story gotta get told

I've been flippin' fry, you would think I work at Five Guys
Boy must wanna die, ain't no more Mr. Nice Guy
Boy said I'm broke, I started laughin'

It’s funny when you think you in love
You know It’s funny when you think you in love
It’s funny how you think I don’t think about how we was but it’s

on fire
I think about it when I'm fryin'
Who think 'bout water when dyin'

Tyrone ain't no hot boy, so somethin' ain't right
Got hit first year home

I spin by myself
But I call up my brother, it's really the same
Niggas be tough they ain't got no aim, HA
Pussy ass nigga lame
Spin my block, and I

to dream about the clout, now I'm countin commas
I'll be ya homie til you cross me, I don't want no drama
Heat it up, a sauna, smoking herb and ganja
Hold

sheer, had a lil' bust in her top, it's so clear (Splatt)
Young boss in the makin', I'm havin' no fear (Splatt)
Smokin' that loud pack, it somethin' you

in the flesh

Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit
Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus
Walk in

shit

I think you really better think about the cockamamie 
Shit you're gonna pull first
'Cause if you do, I'm gonna pull first
The tool squirts

Type of entertainment
I haven't let a boy who was a bit of damage
Somehow I think you like that
I see if you can last
Forget about the future and we have

we blow
Turn his ass to a victim And please don't try to beef bout hoe
You mad about that lil' bitty bitch and we already hit it
You know that we ain't

give a fuck
About what we doin'
Please just keep it low

Lil' bitch keep on
Playin' games
I'm tryna hit
The road

Every time I step,
It's D&D,
All up

niggas necks free chains
Hollup claiming that you bout it gotta show us
Slime on me you would think I'm about to throw up
Go up
We step in the party and it

the old Detroit Pistons
Girl you got it going on turn you to a Mrs
Bro what?
My homies think I'm trippin
Cupid hit me with this shot like Moderna
Girl I

nobody better
You played me lil bitch you mistreated
You left me out all on my own to get it
And now its the money my soul committed
The music good I need