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You ever get done so crazy you just gotta give her props?
For having me believing from the jump that you not a bop
Now I'm tryna find out what I did, I can't rewind the clock
Whole time I ain't do nothing, someone was in my spot
No more heartfelt lil nigga, I'm on a pape run
The circle hold the clip in the back, look like a drum gun
I ain't pressed about no L's bitch I already won
You can't compare me to nobody bitch I'm one of one
Darrow Boyz, no DJ Khaled nigga we the best
Put the city on top and on the map just like a GPS
Like a punt, I hit her once and kick her out, she always been a pest
And if you see me then I'm always with my-
Damn, hol' up
I ain't punched so long, got me feeling like a rookie
No Serena but I need a couple racks if you tryna book me
My shooter fat as fuck, he'll probably rob a nigga for a fucking cookie
Put the Drac up on my lap and I'ma slide with it more than fucking Toosie
Yo bitch got flipped by the guys, we ain't get into that
He a cheese head, hit him with the mac and call him Tucker Kraft
Play with her private parts like it's some arts and crafts
Pull out the stick, look like I just shot some glue up on her back
I swear to God it's been a minute I'm finna walk this bitch
I swear to God you act like you cuffed, but you don't talk to bitch
Let him run off with the bag so I can hawk him, like I'm Marshawn Lynch
Stuck on the sideline can't walk on the court, he yelling from the bench
You say next verse, I say fuck off, I'm tryna kill this shit
I know a nigga with a ski and he don't do nothing
I know another nigga from Sunset Beach, and he might shoot something
He think I'm wearing jeans but I got pockets of blue hundreds
I know a nigga claim he from the mud, but he from the burbs
I know a nigga really from the mud, and he sell them herbs
You gotta double call my phone I'm on do not disturb
I want that pussy ASAP just like my nigga Ferg
I said I need him gone ASAP like get him head tapped
Got scammed in that jam ain't got no cheese to get his bread back