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Look
Check my religion I'm true In my jeans
Yeah
I don't wanna do no link ups
Cause if we link up
I don't make Ps
Shit
I don't wanna do no drink ups
Shots
Bottles
Casa meegs
He said that he's feeling the steez
But this is kairo keyz
I told the cab man
Take it back to the block
You know that my face stay hot
A lot
Coordinates
Don't get dropped
If you leave a mess
Then I know how to mop
And I been around town
Sweeping up
For the kitties
I'm pretty
And cute I'm litty
I'm throwing it back
And he's catching it with me
When I was a teen
I had smoke in the thingy
Smoke in the handbag
Gradually
Getting turnt to a manbag
I gave my nigga the pole
He a grandad
This one is weighty
Come like a sand bag
I had to run to the money
Its running from me
Look at me
And tell me what you see
Yes I'm Emo
And hood
But you know I'm a G
I got everyone asking for me
I like man
With a million rounds
The ting
Bangs
That's a million sounds
Hands up in the rave
Act up
Go down
This ain't the mobos
Still came dropped down
I don't do old hoes
They have to get left
I hated my man
And then he got YES
I'm known in my town
That's love or respect
I can't say it's both
Cause who knows what's next
I hate when I don't get my way
Sad face
Man
I want this and that
I hate when
I ain't got dough
If i ain't got dough
Then I gotta go get some racks
I hate when a bitch want problems
Cause I got problems
I ain't on making amennds
And we coulda been cool
But you turned to a fool
And to me it don't make any sense
Pass me the torch
Real quick
I don't know about Ls
They beg features
A lot of those girls
Take time
Rewind
You don't know about shells
You ain't never seen bine
You don't know about bells
Oh well
Just don't come here tryna be bad
Cause I get dark
You don't really wanna meet that
When I go hard
Everybody wanna see that
Pree me in a dance
Set nice
Know I been bad
I set the levels
I come and I go
If i disappear now
They won't know how to roll
I got niggas in jail
Spitting bars
On the phone
And some niggas I air
Cause they messed up the code
I'm plan A
Never plan B
Can't call this a Foul
Like Bambi
If a man ever
Say anything
Madly
I don't have patience
Nigga don't mad me
I like man
With a million rounds
The ting
Bangs
That's a million sounds
Hands up in the rave
Act up
Go down
This ain't the mobos
Still came dropped down
I don't do old hoes
They have to get left
I hated my man
And then he got YES
I'm known in my town
That's love or respect
I can't say it's both
Cause who knows what's next
I hate when I don't get my way
Sad face
Man
I want this and that
I hate when
I ain't got dough
If i ain't got dough
Then I gotta go get some racks
I hate when a bitch want problems
Cause I got problems
I ain't on making amennds
And we coulda been cool
But you turned to a fool
And to me it don't make any sense