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Aye, Papi JD, bitch I'm the guy Driving so fast one error nigga ima die Put a nigga in a box he a pumpkin pie Roll his slow ass up I'm smoking turtle pie Getting to cheese, like ima rat Fucked her for 30 mins straight from the back Niggas flashing Unemplyoment I been had the racks Niggas said JD changed I still had they back Took a trip to the six had to double back These niggas straight cap they can't even rap Pull up to the party nigga, it's a wrap Fuck security, I go everywhere with my strap Ran off on the plug, he tryna call me back Ran off with 'yo bitch, have Brodie bring her back Niggas know me yeah I get a lot of hate Bitches hate me I buss down then I skate Everybody in this bitch really fake Hit up randy, I called him nigga I'm at the gate The nigga got mad, he hanged up he said I'm late Im eating so good it's a lot up on my plate I'm dragging the skat it take off we can race Fifty thousand in blues, I'll throw it in 'yo face Bitches they pick & choose so now I can't date Really the cash rules it's bound to be my fate I'm already high as hell rolling up some dank This shit that I'm smoking it came from another state The reason I'm winning God said 'ima do great I gotta leave the hood planning on a great escape Apologized to my bitch I really wasn't wrong Yes I kiss her ass especially when in a thong I'm on 75 yeah I'm heading to the dome I used to get more head than a fucking comb Riding around, it won't be long They gone fuck with it cuz it's my song Turn twenty, Twenty-Twenty nigga it's my year Cried some long nights nigga I had to wipe my tears Nigga I'm on tec I don't drink no beer She got a fat ass I told baby put it here I'm everywhere and I'm not did it all up 'inna year I'm tryna buy a yacht and put it on Lake Saint Clair These niggas complain bout life nigga it ain't fair I'm getting the money I hide it in my bitches hair The shit that I'm on I'm over here you over there I'm fucking her good she call me "Teddy Papa Bear" I'm up all night I can't sleep If you ain't there How many times I told you baby I don't care I'm down for whatever like a game of truth or dare Had to sit down I told Zell pass me a chair I'm so damn high I feel like I'm in the air The glock it come two it's a duce it's a pair I got so much shit really I don't know what to wear My dad got 20 kids I really had to share When I'm down on my ass I turn to God and say a prayer Niggas see me up in they dreams and say JD they worst nightmare Beat a nigga ass swear to gawd he gonna needa repair Y'all niggas broke 'sittin at home on welfare It broke a nigga heart seeing granny in a chair I don't chase bitches nigga they fucking volunteer I know 'ima win yeah I see it crystal clear I know 'ima win retire with a great career I didn't show up warrant for failure to appear I really don't know where I'll be up 'inna year I really don't know who got my back who really here The shit I been through it took my heart and made a tear I'm in Tampa chillin yeah with the Buccaneers I ride three deep but naw nigga ain't no musketeer I smoke so much loud bitch it's hard for me to hear A nigga touch me have I'll brodie disappear My life on repeat in a circle like a sphere It ain't no nigga out here that I fear Ride pass the club all you hear is bitches cheer Played this bitch crazy she think that I really care