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Blowin backs
Breakin necks
Every time we fuck
I be feining for the next flex
I want ya I don't need ya
So don't take it out of context
You want me,

they scared
Hop out the V if you know we gon' flare

Like
Like, where was your gun? Like (huh? That's rule number one)
Gang-gang-gang
Like, gang

get through
I'll be payin'

She be settled in the bed, no nine to five
She listen to PARTY and The Neighbourhood
Down on my luck she stay by my

Gs, they wildin'
Nem disfarçam essa cara feia

Ybc on me, so fresh (water)
Meter flawless, VVS no meu neck (water)
Ninguém 'tá cá para aguentar com

you? Siddung
(And why?)
Ah nuh Obeah mi ah work, blare it
Blegh, blegh

I fly around in a jet, ayy
I got some tats on my neck, ayy
I put the work

ain't clutchin' no Rugers
5.56 aimed at four niggas, can't wait to do 'em
My stick don't like niggas like Bktherula
You'll never catch me with no pussy

friend
These niggas really copycats
One call will get you whacked
Young nigga havin' rack rack racks

1'5, you know big Guap, I bring the birds in
Boy, I

it's 'Box

Shit got real they like
"Shoebox chill", bitch
I was just in the field
I need a mill', matter a fact make that five
If we talkin’ a deal
See I

some shots off
Hell nah, hell nah, that lil' bitch ain't gettin' in my car
One, two, three, bet nobody fuck with me, yeah
Four, five, six, everybody

pattern Okrika for the parol and?
E get the melody wey I been dey forget (Gbase)
Make I sing am for the shawty, fire, peck her neck
"Modu touch my

money and hundreds
Go in the club, just blow it
Fifty on the neck, it's frozen
We got the motion, we got the motion
She rub my body like lotion
Her

V-ed down to my feet, better watch where you step in this bitch 'cause I'm armed
Remember they doubted, I break this shit out from my neck all way down

neck full of gold
I was gettin' it off the stove, we was goin' to double-O
I done run out of bowls, now I need a hundred more
Now her pants

Cloudy and pink 
Like your favourite drink
Lipstick on necks
Everybody thinking of sex
Suddenly there's five in the booth 
All the clothes coming

blue tick
He ain't bad, he's a prick, and he's five-foot-six
Always breathin' down the mic' every time he spits (ah, ah)
Bruv, I cringe to my core

yeah I can't forget it

Here's my dilemma in five fruity colors
Snack Ma Masonic and gold
I'm holding my cards so you can cheat like a man
But you're

later
Oh my hit them with the .9
The fuckboys lie
No lie a nigga at the shrine
Ice on my neck and it costed about 5
My money crossed my mind I can't waste

her
On my neck, she only askin' did I fuck Vanessa
These goodies while my cheddar, can't trip me 'cause I'm clever
My old ting just on top and I call