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Aye turn it up a lil bit
Aye Aye Aye
I'm 22 bags in I got like 50 more
I been selling drugs so long
My mama starting to give up hope
It's so much crack in here I think I need a stripper pole
Glass all around me like them Arabs at the liquor store
You break you buy
You take it you die
I took a pic with 75k on 75
These little niggas they not gang in real life
They catch a case and
When they get in the courtroom they comply
Damn son
Where the fuck you find this
Shooting dice in the hood I trey four Giannis
My dad ain't never been shit I don't feel like bronny
I'm strapped up like them hoes that Druski be wanting
Lesbian prostitute these niggas ain't fucking with me
I'm in the kitchen with a fork and a bowl and a stove
These niggas ain't cooking with me
I'm in the street everyday these feds is on me
These crackers be looking at me they be jugging at me
I be letting my uncle sell the work
But he took a lil piece
He took a lil crumb
Ima cut off his arm ima cut off his thumb
He lie ima cut off his tongue
Trey five I'm Kevin Durant
Can't lie I'm one of them ones
Can't fly I go on the run
Can't fly I go on the
I'm in a black truck with the gun tucked in the seat tho
Like I'm going to prom
Outside trapping in some Carhartt like I'm going to farm
Moo cow 2021
I had caught a couple cases I couldn't even get a bond
I couldn't even get around it
Dropped a bag 60 thousand
Nigga I came up from
Weighing work up in assistant housing
Nigga I came up from busting fake checks
It was instant count it
Nigga I came up from vin switching
Whips that's impounded
Uh uh
Uh uh
Young Kush