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Yuh
Yeah
b*tch, yuh
Aye
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Aye, Baby bout' to fill with purple
Piracks on me straight from versal
Got real n*ggas in my circle
Boy that AK it gone hurt you

What the f*ck, do ya mean
b*tch I can't, understand
Frontal field, with the runs
b*tch, I got the upper hand
Cause I give like 0 f*cks
Little b*tch, that's how I am
Yeah she say she like my swag
Yeah she saying that I'm different

Yeah she f*ckin with my Pimpin
Fans like, n*gga had to get it
n*gga, wipe you with a semi
Bad b*tch with me, but she petty
Beat it up, I know you ready
n*ggas cappin bout the fetti
n*ggas capping and I know it
No emotion, never sober (Woah, Woah)
Baby go and buss some more
We got drake, in the smoke
Bad b*tch with me, drop it low
Hundreds on me she like, Woah
Smoking on some good exotic
So that pack made me some profit
Hundreds made Lil shawty pop it (Woah, Woah)

Got some [?] I dropped it
Got some ass on the rims
Need some cash, need it fast
Need a backwood, roll the fat
Need an Asian hoe whos bad
Doesn't care about my packs
For the pocket Lil n*gga, we spend

n*ggas be pus*y and hard for the gram
n*gga we sober, that paint can in hand
n*ggas gon envy and always be mad
I don't give f*cks cause I am who I am
Got all my exes I'm chasing some bands
b*tches be crazy and n*ggas be fans
Always gone hate and I don't understand
n*ggas got fake cause they wanna seem bad (Woah, Woah)

Got all this cash and I cannot, um, stop
n*ggas cap, they ain't gon stop
50round and b*tches mop
n*ggas really talk too much
So I can't really cannot, um, trust
Keep my bands beside the hush
While I count up all these funds
Yeah
Woah
Yeah
Woah
Aye
Aye (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
b*tch
Aye
b*tch