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I don't wana talk lets get it

Why would I wana waste time when ya pants so fitted

Want my time cant get it

Cuz most that shit yall talk yall boys don't live it

I know ones that's wit it pray my dawg get acquitted

Hope judge don't bid it street life way to acidic

So I jump in the booth and I make shit jump like ribbet

Party on the roof might pour a lil mo

Feeling myself gotta sip dat slow

Spending my time on the grind

Might wine might dine with a bad lil bitch from the mo

You dealing with some professionals

Bitch I been eating my vegetables

Anxiety tugging at me every min so everything I puff is medical

I wana go get some cash fill up the stash

Count it and then do the dash

I don't feel bad if I pass If yo shit is trash

I prolly wont take a drag

I set the play like im Andy

Cuz we had to get to them dollars

He tell me a ticket I show up its different

He playin then fuck it I'll holla I'm gone

Popped up Poured up

Had to burn one with the top off

I been like this yall know im on fire

Lil bitch want a taste of the hot sauce

Trap trap about that

Kinfolk in the hood making drop offs

Fuck boy got hit wasn't nowhere around

I was off in the hills when it popped off

I don't do no disappointing

I givem what they expecting

Pardon my language but fuckem

They fina have to respect it

She threw the kitty to me

And I let my dawg intercept it

I think im running a temp

Im hot as hell you can check it

How in the fuck was I done

Feel like im just getting started roll up and spark it

Gas in the air like I farted

Shawty want blow me like cartridge she like'em the darkest

Baby this blacker than black

Wakanda wit boys in the hood yea similar to that

I cant be dealing with rats

I hit it then they get attached like the clip on the mac

Party on the roof come and get yo hoe

She might get took if you move to slow

I don't play around I'll fire her ass on the spot

First time no call no show

She wana undo my buttons strip down and get into something

She know I been bussin I had to show her id

She think I'm Benjamin Button my skin what they lovin

Teamwork im with that

Big picture I get that

Back then they aint fuck with the boy

No help so I had to work it out like six pack

I set the play like im Bill

Cuz we had to get to the paper

I don't like owing nobody

So do me a favor don't do me no favors im gone

Popped up Poured up

Had to burn one with the top off

I been like this yall know im on fire

Lil bitch want a taste of the hot sauce

Trap trap about that

Kinfolk in the hood making drop offs

Fuck boy got hit wasn't nowhere around

I was off in the hills when it popped off

I don't do no disappointing

I givem what they expecting

Pardon my language but fuckem

They fina have to respect it

She threw the kitty to me

And I let my dawg intercept it

I think im running a temp

Im hot as hell you can check it