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Yeah huh
I got hella vibes in this big house
She wasn't tryna leave so that lil ho got kicked out
Stack them racks up on the table hit the ceiling now
Remember back then just me and gang and now we selling out
I think I'm fin' go on tour and bring my baby momma
I'm tryn' see if the whole gang could fit up in this Hummer
Been doing shows up out of state, man I ain't never local
Man where I'm from this shit here crazy, you don't see these numbers
Unless you scamming, making plays, or taking off these others
I hit that trap like everyday inside my fuckin Yuttas
Bag you get it sealed
Three-five, I got deals
I'm fin go grab my scale
Told them come shop in here
I was talking to my plug
He told me"Stop Gambling!"
Stop fucking with them dice
These niggas be scamming
These niggas still like 30 on the block it's outlandish
Don't hop up in these streets if you don't know what's going in em
I been thinking about buying a rolley cause I'm tryn' look more presidential
When I pop out need my weed and my cologne, man that's essential
When I sent that boy that play man I had wish I never sent it
I had called up my boy Drew, I was mad as hell, he said"you trippin!"
I'm like"how the fuck I'm loosing when I'm used to always winning"
But I guess that's how shit go, you win some, lose some, make the difference
But I still ain't even got hold you if I see his ass I'm trippin
Cause on bro these niggas some bitches
And these niggas on dirty bidness
And these niggas be so damn lame man on my soul I ain't fuckin with it
Finna fuck this ho named"Keisha"
Finna call my zo's they with it
Finna hit my plug re-up I need a bowl of that zaziski
Niggas know I'm like Usain, you try run off I come and get ya
Finna call her back I miss her
Ask her"what you wan't for Christmas?"
I been goin hard in that trap so girl you know that I'm gone get it
You don't know how that shit feel a nigga done really did you gritty