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Fucked that both ain't know her name
She insisted on giving me brain
Man I hop in that cat go insane
Man I hop on these beats go insane
She gon remember my name
Yeah, I fucked that bitch made her scream
She said that she felt that shit in her spleen
Bitch I'm with Diesel, damé gasoline
If you fuck me you gotta have some for the team
Straight to the point that bitch think that I'm mean
Sorry not sorry just say what I mean
Krispy no Cream
Dream no Hakeem
Swag bitch I lean when I walk
If I fuck on this bitch I won't talk
If I unload this clip I won't talk
Rob my brother they turned him to chalk
Still religious his name I exalt
All these blessings came straight from the Lord
Gave me wisdom taught me how to talk
Straight to these niggas
Fuck with me I'll pull the trigger
Dyl Fazo beat and it's bouncing like Tigger
Big choker chain on my neck
Bitch I don't brag, bitch I flex
Couple niggas done told me I'm next
Hit my inbox, I'm busy, don't check
These days I don't got the time if it ain't about a check
You bitches need HD! Prime
Unless you a dime, fine, sublime, come fuck with a slime
Just give me time, wait til I get all this shine
Man I'm onto big things, I ain't lying
Tired of committing crimes
All the real niggas know what I mean
Talking my shit 'cause I popped me a bean
Who told you that the other side green?
Man I been, I seen so many things
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Wait
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Fucked that both ain't know her name
She insisted on giving me brain
Man I hop in that cat go insane
Man I hop on these beats go insane
She gon remember my name
Yeah, I fucked that bitch made her scream
She said that she felt that shit in her stummy
When I get sad I just count all my money
Couple of twenties but mostly just hunnies
Bitch from the country she calling me honey
Boy watch your mouth wipe your nose if it's running
Seen him outside I'm like why are you running
Keep it low-key, that bitch love me
Talk to that bitch she be knowing what I mean
But I'm tryna hit from the back nigga fuck that
Leave the crib got three bands, got this strap, got my Runtz pack
Hop in that '19 Mercedes, it's all black
Bitch I swear I'm the Mac, got me a sack, ex hoes they sad, fuck niggas mad
Man I'm thinking too much off a half
Niggas help me they told me relax
Gucci pants, I don't sag
Hit my crew told them pick up the slack
I don't got time to talk to you niggas