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Keep that shit low-key, Tate
Hello
No, cuz the Heads rushing', bro
Heads rushin', I'ma have hit you back tho
Alright, love
Tryna get down national , all these head's rushin
Nigga faking on the net, nigga, you is not dumpin
Sellin' nun but fire eddies, come and get you a muffin
On a real grind, guarantee I turn nothin' into somethin
Me and Ray the throwed bros, but he really my cousin
How many half's I just copped, I don't know, like a dozen
Bitch, played me, want me to be loyal, bitch, I don't owe you nothin
Copping fire all day, you spend good, and I'll throw you somethin
Me and Dave just smoked damnear 11 grams
This boy talkin' crazy, but he doin' it on Instagram
Dick in her throat, she gon' eat it like it's some ham
Fire, bitty, she keep starin', she know I wanna bam
Came a long way, I been always grindin' these dumps
You a nasty nigga, you would probably hit it if it had bumps
Nigga came up to me, stupid, you gon' get jumped
Seven days out the week, well, it ain't one that I ain't dumped
It ain't one day that I ain't dumped, cheap ass niggas
The fuck is y'all talkin' about
Tryin' to get down National all these heads rushin
Nigga faking on the net, nigga, you is not dumpin
Sellin' nun but fire eddies come and get you a muffin
On a real grind, guarantee I turn nothin' into somethin
Me and Ray the throwed bros, but he really my cousin
How many half's I just copped? I don't know, like a dozen
Bitch played me, want me to be loyal,bitch, I don't owe you nothin
Copping fire all day you spend good, and I'll throw you somethin