Put that gun in my pocket and now they missing me
Bitches burning holes in they pockets, they money history
I don't fuck with none of you n***as, so don't say shit to me
So much fucking money, they bring me the[?]
You say you murdering n***as, murk so allegedly[?]
Imma get the bag how I want, gon' be the death of me
Fuck you and all of your moves, bitch, I'm your enemy
I'm the better one off the rock, i say that selfishly
I might drop that fucking top, make that wind blow
Bumping out yo music, n***as jumping out the window
I took a fucking break for 2 weeks, then i went home
My shorty booty big and it soft just like a pillow
(uh) I like the tig ol' bitties, with the see-through in it [?]
These bitches talking out they neck, so it's him i finish
I pull up to the club, then i bump, like some blood, i thin it
These n***as motherfucking stink, it smell like they shittin'
Give a fuck about your work so i might just rip it
These n***as tweaking off a perc, then they switch to whippets
They asking for the money not the work, so that mood, i kill it
Fuck, n***a, i need to calm down, hol' on, hol' on, okay, okay
These n***as freak though, freak down, all these bitches freak now
Pull up, then I'm ballin', Stephen Curry on the street now
Bitch, oh fuck a Newport, my n***as stay geeked now [?]
I grew up in New York, knock a damn city now
Now bitch, I'm beak down, fist down, kill 'em, make 'em tweak out [?]
Kill 'em, give me play while I'm doin', I'm cleaning sheets now[?]
Bitch, i pop out, pop in, perc-o fucking stopped in
Then we kicked him out, burn down the beam house then
Ooooh, what'chu want?
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Bitch, I'm doing better, you can see it in my walk
Bitch, I'm doing better, you can see it in my strut
Bitch, i'm making money, you can see it in my face
If you looking clear, you see i don't give a fuck
Ain't fuck with me now, bitch, you ran out of luck
Ay, fuck with me now, bitch, I'll done drop the case
Bitch, i'm getting chunky like a converse lace