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I'm wearin' some shit, got em sayin I'm havin' Play with the boy and i'm lettin em have it It's too much Za' and it boof out the plastic Ain't smokin on nun' but this is a classic I'm movin' and flippin' ain't doin gymnastics She crazy as shit but the head fantastic Beam and suppressor we lovin' the gadgets The bitch too boujee she ruined her chances My bitch got beauty, should be in a pageant She neckin', I'm whippin' I hope I don't crash it I'm fuckin' your bitch and you bein' romantic Shawty stay on me, she part of my fashion I'm shootin at niggas, I'm ballin, I'm cash in' He sayin' he high but he smokin' on cabbage Close range, damn i just fucked up my fabric I'm turnin shit up and these niggas can't tame me I gave yo bitch back so you really should thank me My niggas some demons, don't wanna make em angry That glock to his eye he like "Hollup, I can't see" These niggas be hatin' and shit but it ain't me Shawty don't love him no more now he blame me They want me freestyle but i told em it ain't free What the fuck do you niggas be thinkin? It ain't sweet Hol she makin' it clap Like DTLR, got that shit in the back She throwin me off, I ain't hittin her back But she blowin' me up when I hit from the back I been that nigga since all the way back then Look at my phone and she sendin' attachments He purpin' I see him in person and trash him I moonwalk on the beat I might be Meezy Jackson I ain't seeing you niggas I need me some glasses No I don't want no liquor, pour Tris' in them glasses Niggas wanna be like me I'm bouta start givin classes I just pull up a beat and I burn it to ashes Shawty too wet, she drippin, she splashin Bro got the Tec, he ain't missin' he blastin Why you upset cause I'm gettin some backends? I'm on they neck and they wish I was average I look at them blues like "Hey, Ms. Parker!" She got some cake, make it shake like moroccan She get t'd off the drank and she keep goin' bonkers She give that brain then early departure This shit insane I keep goin' harder That ain't Helmut Lang, you wrote it with marker Pack easing the pain way more than the doctors Knockout, she just got rid of my boxers I use to stay right there by the Shoppers Play with the gang and you dyin', no charger I gotta go hard in the paint like i'm Waka I gotta go hard everyday I ain't stoppin' Not everything you see me play gon' be droppin' Brodie gon' get off that play and he drop it off She asked can we go on a date, Bitch not at all And Im off that drank, noddin' off I'm deep in my mind I ain't safe cause I get lost As soon as I'm back bitch I'm great, problem solved I drop that heat and it blow, Mazel tov Bitch keep on callin, wait stop the song She said she wanted a real nigga And she say she don't really feel niggas She sloppy as shit, ew nigga I don't want you, I just wanna chill with you I get better and better, that bill bigger So if yo' man want a feat' I need real figures Real cheddar Hit me a jay I just feel better Dance for me baby, I'll throw a lil at ya When SG drop, it's that real pressure I'm wearin' some shit, got em sayin I'm havin' Play with the boy and i'm lettin em have it It's too much Za' and it boof out the plastic Ain't smokin on nun' but this is a classic I'm movin' and flippin' ain't doin gymnastics She crazy as shit but the head fantastic Beam and suppressor we lovin' the gadgets The bitch too boujee she ruined her chances My bitch got beauty, should be in a pageant She neckin', I'm whippin' I hope I don't crash it I'm fuckin' your bitch and you bein' romantic Shawty stay on me, she part of my fashion I'm shootin at niggas, I'm ballin, I'm cash in' He sayin' he high but he smokin' on cabbage Close range, damn i just fucked up my fabric