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I said i don't need nobody, need no help

Racing the big body sound like hell

This a big ass thirty by my belt

I'm sure they're not wishing V no well

She a fan now

All up on her timeline

Blowing up my phone

I think she confused for the hotline

Want me dead now

Why they all so bad mind

Pulling out my bands to spread it out

That my pass time

We get bands now

All up in my bag yeah

Y'all ain't ever filling up no bag

That shit sad yeah

I rock with my demon

Got the riches from the rag yeah

It come quick no lag

Wait til they find out

Ain't thought bout being sober in a year it's been a while

She like who is that

The one they all doubt

Ain't thought bout surpassing not nobody

I'm on clouds

We stay up

Up inside a bitch

Up and i go wild

Give no fucks no not one lil bitch

Still fuck on his spouse

No we give no fucks bout how you felt

Get high til tomorrow with a spell

I said i don't need nobody, need no help

Racing the big body sound like hell

This a big ass thirty by my belt

I'm sure they're not wishing V no well

Bitch I bust back bitch she won't go away ha

This a bust down wrist i could throw away ha

Bitch we multiply that hunnid by the sunday

We was outside serving all the fiends out the Hyundai

Bitch I'm one to talk I'm off this bean like a junky

When his bitch heard bout my sound took off undies

Bitch my bands to the left like Beyoncé

I stay rolling off this X that's my feng shui

I see styrofoam bitch we bouta pour it up

Pour it up

lil pour it up

You gone see lil bands not enough

Better keep that blicky, run out luck

I said I don't need nobody, need no help

Need no help no

Racing the big body sound like hell

sound like hell yeah

This a big ass thirty by my belt

Big ass thirty on me

I'm sure they're not wishing V no well

She a fan now

All up on her timeline

Blowing up my phone

I think she confused for the hotline

Want me dead now

Why they all so bad mind

Pulling out my bands to spread it out

That my pass time

We get bands now

All up in my bag yeah

Y'all ain't ever filling up no bag

That shit sad yeah

I rock with my demon

Got the riches from the rag yeah

It come quick no lag

Wait til they find out

Ain't thought bout being sober in a year it's been a while

She like who is that

The one they all doubt

Ain't thought bout surpassing not nobody

I'm on clouds

I'm on clouds ahh phew

No fuck if you doubt

Bitch I bust back bitch she won't go away ha

This a bust down wrist I could throw away ha

Bitch we multiply that hunnid by the sunday