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[Intro]
Turn me up YC

[Verse 1]
Woah
I don't know why these n*ggas hatin' on me
I got a check, I waited days on it
I put my life down on these beats, I'm ready for whatever, whoever on it
I ain't never tuckin' my chain, gotta see this ice
n*gga really spent too much on it
I told my n*gga we up and I got him for life
Give a f*ck if they wrong or they right
They say I'm next up for a deal
I say I'm independent with a mil'
I'm in my section fresher than b*tch
These rose gold cubans give me the chills
I can't be rockin' whatever ain't real
I spent a 50 ball for a grill
I keep a burner with me, [?], give a f*ck how you lil' n*ggas feel
I'm f*ckin' off with the Tris' when I can't get the Wock'
I'm sick as hell, need me a doc
I'm paranoid off these percs and this car followin' me
Let him have it when I hit the block
I'm fresh off the road countin' up my money
My son say "Damn, dad, that's a lot"
I'm smellin' like Tom Ford on a yacht
She want me to love on her, but I'm not
I'm tryna burn her head off the top
[Bridge]
Yeah
Naw, forreal, I'm already up
I'ont want nun outhcha but some head, baby, ya know what I'm sayin'
I ain't tryna lock in witcha
I ain't tryna, nahmean, be him

[Verse 2]
Nah, I ain't tryna be your hubby
Lyin' to me everyday like you love me
You get in your feelings everytime you f*ck me
Callin' me fat, broke, and ugly
This money make a n*gga handsome and chubby
These n*ggas be cuffin' these b*tches for nothing
I'm tryna move on soon as I nut
We goin' hard, got my hand in her butt
We goin' hard, got my hand in her mouth
f*ckin' her good, make her holler "ouch"
It's 8:30 in the morning, I'm geeked
I'm full of yellow, I ain't had no sleep
I'm who they see when they turn on TV
Tryna do right, but I'm still in the streets
Tryna do right, but I'm still doin' wrong
I ain't gon' stop till a f*ck n*gga gone
I ain't gon' stop till a f*ck n*gga dead
Here go a bag, bring me his head
I ain't squashin' sh*t, I said what I said
I got 'em cliquin' up with n*ggas scared
I got 'em cliquin' up with n*ggas spooked
You the type to see a n*gga, don't even shoot
I'm the one ridin' Lamb', stars in the roof
We the ones invented choppas in the coupe