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I bet she could never make you cry
Cause the scars on your heart are still mine
Tell me that she couldn't get this deep
She can almost be the worst of me
We make bands and you make nothing
We at holiday we pourin' up my cup be bloody
Twin glocks on me and 'em twins they be fuckin'
Try to run away and let's see if you lucky
Count my bread up on my jeans
Fendi scarf on me yeah that's where I hide the beam
So much money it be bustin' at the seams
Nine's on top bitch you know we in the lead
I bet she could never make you cry
Cause the scars on your heart are still mine
Tell me that she couldn't get this deep
She can almost be the worst of me
I be dreamin' about the paper
All this fucking talk if it ain't money see ya later
Sippin' wok and hen I don't even need a chaser
In an all grey Mercedes see the lights come and chase us
Come and chase us in the rear
We at the spot come over here
Love my brothers shed a tear
My boy taught me show no fear
Told my homie steady steer
I pop out and let it bang
In a whole other tier stop the chat you fucking lame
No you can not hang ass fat I told her shake it
Yeah that nigga work construction
He gon' put you in the pavement
I get money gettin' high
You get money gettin' by
We just smoked a couple blunts
And now the whole gang fuckin' fried
Yercies got me twitchin'
You a bitch that's in disguise
And that boy just like a eagle
He got put up in the sky
I be tryin to find my gang like where the nine's at
I be booted off these pills where my mind at
Where my
I bet she could never make you cry
Cause the scars on your heart are still mine
Tell me that she couldn't get this deep
She can almost be the worst of me
We make bands and you make nothing
We at holiday we pourin' up my cup be bloody