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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus]
I'm on live, I can't lie
Yeah, free number nine
Took my style, that's a fine
Took your b*tch, now she fine
McDonald's, can't wine and dine
n*ggas tight like some ties (We love you, Tecca)
B.B. Simons, she say that I'm fly
But I been countin' racks, yeah, your n*gga, yeah, he sad
f*ckin' your b*tch, I know that he mad
I got her pregnant, oh, f*ck, I'm a dad
Stealin' my style, they callin' me dad
Boy, you a son, I know that you mad
I'm droppin' the gas, I know that they flag
These n*ggas, they stalkin' me like they fed

[Verse]
I might just f*ck your b*tch in the bed
You sippin' on purple, I'm sippin' on red
[?] cowboy like a n*gga Red Dead
I go to CVS for the meds
b*tch, it's classified, I feel like Ned
All y'all n*ggas, y'all gon' flex
Oh my God, look at my neck
"Where your chain?" n*gga, in the bank
Got too many racks, I should buy a tank
Your b*tch see me, impressed, she gon' faint
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas, they all the same
Your b*tch on my di*k and she givin' me brain
Told lil' boy, "Stay in your lane"
'Cause we skrrt off in that Range
Bro got the AR, it got range
She want me to [?] for the fame
She givin' me neck, I don't know her name
[?] want fame, but don't know the pain
I got the drip, n*gga, like some rain
Old n*gga gon' fall off some rain
Bro he leanin', need a cane
I skrrt on the block, I think her name Jane
I lay a n*gga like filet
She givin' me neck, now she think she my bae
Yeah, sike, b*tch
Can't get my number, gotta Skype it
She givin' me neck, she can't get the pipe, b*tch
She say that, "You don't care," you right, b*tch
She say I'm the [?], I don't write sh*t
She got me mad, she see that I'm typin'
But at the end, I don't say sh*t
I know that she tight, we was just friends, b*tch
You can't flex it, get a lil' TEC, b*tch
n*gga flexin', you get hit with that TEC, b*tch
Flip a n*gga like a Tech Deck, b*tch
Flat combo, can't talk 'bout no [?] sh*t
They say that I'm different, I ain't with that reg' sh*t
Speakin' of f*ck sh*t, I ain't [?], uh-huh
I see that you flexin', I know what your [?], uh-huh
Some of you n*ggas, y'all really got put on, uh-huh
[?] nobody, that's only my mood, uh-huh
[?], I came with my shooter, uh-huh
Bad b*tch at Hooters, uh-huh
[?], uh-huh
Now lil' n*ggas wanna join the crew
You countin' the green, I'm countin' the blue
Look at that [?], I just got the flu
And I just got one, I think I need two
Went to the cashier, total $402
Used a fake ID, it say I'm twenty-two
It's f*ck all you n*ggas, don't mean to be rude
You say you want smoke, blow 'em like a Juul
Look at my neck, I'm really on my jewels
[?] for me
They say I'm the one, [?] right for me
You think your b*tch [?], she get [?] for me
I'm countin' the bands, I feel like OG
I stay with the splee, I stay with my team
Your b*tch need me, she turnt to a fiend
I got the drip from head to feet
I got the drip from top to tee
Overreactin', you OD
Get out my business, you not V
Look at my neck, [?] me
[Chorus]
I'm on live, I can't lie
Yeah, free number nine
Took my style, that's a fine
Took your b*tch, now she fine
McDonald's, can't wine and dine
n*ggas tight like some ties
B.B. Simons, she say that I'm fly
But I been countin' racks, yeah, your n*gga, yeah, he sad
f*ckin' your b*tch, I know that he mad
I got her pregnant, oh, f*ck, I'm a dad
Stealin' my style, they callin' me dad
Boy, you a son, I know that you mad
I'm droppin' the gas, I know that they flag
These n*ggas, they stalkin' me like they fed