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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Ain't no love lost
All yall n*ggas soft
I take your face off
Keep f*cking with a boss
Tell me what it cost
[?] wristwatch
It don’t tic-toc
This ain't come from Ziploc
n*ggas talk a lot, but they ain't grow up on my block
Treat the Glock like grits
Imma blow it ’cause its hot
14 and I really had it in my socks
Think he Bob Ross
Painting green like moss
Everyday I hustle, b*tch, I think I'm Rick Ross
[?] liquor store, I was getting b*tches off it

[Chorus]
Know this pack gon' go
Ain't no discount ho
I ain't never had a problem tellin' n*ggas no
Pay for what you want, run up, gremlin take your soul
You ain't never sold nothin', stick to what you know
[Verse 2]
It was me, momma
We were just trynna make it to mañana
No matter what you do for n*ggas they a do you dirty
And I don’t even need the 30 cuz I’m going seven thirty
n*ggas skrrt, get reversed, I'm absurd
Lotta birds, lotta nerds probably [?] on my nerves
n*ggas mad over hoes that’s occured
Whats the word? I'm smacking n*ggas on tongue
Whatchu want? Everything under the sun?
[?] bad b*tch and she fiesty
Do the right thing can't take this sh*t lightly
Do the right thing can't take this sh*t lightly

[Chorus]
Know this pack gon’ go
Ain't no discount ho
I ain't never had a problem tellin' n*ggas no
Pay for what you want, but I'm gonna take your soul
You ain't never sold nothin', stick to what you know