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b*tch I ain't got no time for no clownin
Ay

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b*tch I ain't really got no time to f*ck around really got too many options Ay
Up in the club no I really don't jump around I got too much in my pocket b*tch
Feel, like I'm Harden cuz though we don't f*ck around I'm around so many Rockets Ay
b*tch better do whatever I tell her to told her got her I'll smoke but I never do
Pistol will flip to a burst in a hollow tube
That b*tch got so many options ay
Holler at that no I don't want to talk to you that b*tch got so many topics ay
(??) If you thinking bout catching it you really got so many problems ay
If I ain't got it I'll do what I gotta do fo'nem gone point they gone shoot when I tell'em to

b*tch better listen what I'm telling you
So many blunts I done smoked to the face
What I told you I do I never do
Venmo that b*tch I ain't chasing you ay
And demons I see it I'll spit a few
Try and we probably be ending you
Fo'nem be ready to spin on your sh*t a few times just to make sure you got hit a few times ay
And I ain't getting beat with these hoes can't sleep with these hoes just hit a few times
Give em the run around never do line stomp em off this a m5
I'm smoking on dope in the city from Cali tho
Long put a clip through your alley tho
Straight from dough coming straight from the flow but I know we'll get to a valley tho
And no its not Gucci I got it from Valli tho ya I know I got a few options
I got a few rockets I keep me a (??) withdraw and never deposit
And rock he be with me he stay with a pole spark it when I alarm it
Give a f*ck bout them shells we got so many run up that bag but I won't give a hoe any
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Honcho Honcho Honcho
Ain't no more pop drop a four of Kool-aid
Your b*tch a freak when she get off Duece
b*tch I been ballin ain't slept in two days
The way I been ballin put me in 2K
n*ggas be cooled them hoes come andele
Broskie a fool just bought a new K
Dropped outta school I get it the other way
Do not get wooed you need a new face
If we talking bout hoes I got so many doin em dirty my soul it be so empty
Pull up right here we gon empty how many let off I don't know it so many
Valet that Gucci I'm throwing a snake with me skirt off you know that my tank gon eat
I recently hopped in the Rari the first time think I'm getting tired of Astarte
He say he want smoke better find him a better thing all he remember was SUV
Fo'nem gon point whenever I point they act like they only eat pedigree
I hit her on point flame up a doink leaving that b*tch at the embassy
I'm staying on point I know it be jealousy chopper gon sing like a melody

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