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Gettin' money like, alot of haters talking' like

You don't know shit bro, you don't even know me

I got the Mamba mentality bitch I feel like Kobe

(shit) They about to give me the Heisman trophy at this rap shit

I didn't even use me a stick, I just went and bagged it

Shit I come from the black market I don't know what a plug is

I ain't even use my adlibs yet, but I'm barking

Her nose looking runny but I don't think it's the weather

It's always fucking sunny, I'm the pimp without the feather

Truly I really don't give a shit about this rap game

Popped another Xan so I ain't feeling the back pain

There's red in this cup but that ain't a bloody mary

He showed his true colors but we knew he was scary

Shit I was serving the fiends when I had a black berry

Yah I got the Gucci shades but I don't even like em'

Can I take a little break I'm about to roll up

(Shit) Once I take these hits you know I'm bout to go off

I got my own strain of the weed I just need juice

I stayed in my own lane thats why the hood co signing

I can hear the sirens hope they don't come blitz me

I'll just get away, with like three 360's

I don't give a fuck about this shit you know I'm different

A1 always talking about the money cuz he get it

Shit I blew a couple bags in a day but I reloaded

But you don't gotta talk to me they know that I'm in motion

Dropped a couple k just to have the city lit

Got her slurping on my dick cuz she know I'm the shit

I'm definitely not spoiled but I got a big ego

Im number 1 with the sauce, don't matter where we go

Aaauhuuhh ayyye oooh ooh o

Aaauhuuhh ayyye oooh ooh o

I'm so damaged from this shit how could I ever give a fuck

I remember yesterday I was just doin' this shit for fun

Now I got a little juice so they bumping it in the club

I feel I'm haunted, maybe, I don't know you basic

I'm taunting, faded, run it in rotation

This shit taught me patience, but thankfully I waited

What you want next, just put it on the to do list

It's not my fault they watching me and you clueless

Give me less then one hour in the booth you got new music

Pour me up two lines of the red and we Gucci

Why they wanna put me on Vlad, I don't got all the answers

If I took a trip to Denmark I bet they say I'm fancy

Now they gotta pay me just to show up at the party

I could fart on the track it be better then your garbage

This is raw edit no abs and no auto tune

Damn I'm the preacher, I just brought em' to Sunday school

Thats how you get this shit done

This shit was a lot alota fun

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I'm just worried about the money you know the guap

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Fuck these dumb bitches they only good for top

They always talking shit but they don't do it for the squad