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[Intro]
(Ayy, turn me up one more time, DJ)
(BangThatsh*t)
Come on, ayy

[Verse]
I had to keep keep goin' on n*ggas
I was just chillin' at the crib, so I hit the road on n*ggas
f*ck around and made a hundred, I ain't comin' home on n*ggas
I know some killers who got locked, and they went bold on n*ggas
Don't make me tap your head
Man, you be beatin' on your b*tch, I tap dope instead
I always get the pus*y from that b*tch 'cause I hate her head
Big baller, shot caller, she like, "Boy, stop stallin'"
Ayy, man, she been tryna f*ck for days, I ain't got the time for her
Rich n*gga, change hoes just like I change my clothes
You don't wanna play with me, wе kill people, Tae D.O.E
That's not shawty on thе low, n*gga, and everybody knows
Man, I ain't trippin' if she f*cked, though, that's everybody ho
I drive the foreign like a stollie and a stollie like a stollie
I treat the baddest of the baddest hoes like sh*t, act like I don't know 'em
You be hangin' 'round a n*gga who be snitchin', sh*t, I gotta go
Real street n*gga, and you don't know me, I be done wiped your nose
I be the reason that these n*ggas gotta go
I be the reason n*ggas gotta hide they ho
So on the count of three
n*gga, I start rollin' up the weed because I love to smoke
n*gga, I love this beef sh*t, even my mama know
n*gga, come blow somethin', I'm rollin' up a three-five right now, finna go torch it
n*gga, I'm really in the hood, y'all lil' n*ggas be porch thuggin'
And if I'm out of town, I'm probably with the plug or somethin'
Man, I just scored on some drank
Not really, 'cause lil' brodie poured me up
Drug addict, I dropped a Percy in my cup
Bad b*tch, and she snuck the blicky in
If she gon' do whatever I say, I'll probably let her have some kids
I'm in Miami with the top down, the blicky on my lap
sh*t, I've been lookin' for the opps, I'm even searching Google Maps
My dog out of town with the girl, and you know that b*tch got slapped
I lost some money f*ckin' with her, but I ain't trippin' over that
Man, real player, I had to—
My n*gga
I mean, it's all about the money, ain't it?
Ready to kill for them hundreds, I be forgetting I'm famous
She tried to charge me for that pus*y, I be forgetting I paid it
Eleven hundred for my shoes, and two thousand for my jacket
And my hoes just like me, I treat 'em better than they daddy
Man, I got bad hoes do whatever I say, probably a fan
And I ain't even used to see my teachers enough for them to pass me
Man, new year, new whips, I'll f*ck around and get a Trackhawk
Man, you f*ck around and get high off of the contact when I pass, dog
Man, y'all lil' n*ggas road, that's why we laugh at y'all
I got tunnel vision, when I'm wide open, I don't pass the ball
I get fresh just to chill inside the crib
Baby, I wanna f*ck your friend, I'm gon' tell her how it is
You want beef? On the count of three, I'm comin' to your crib
You f*ck around and play with me, I'll f*ck around and split your wig