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Yeah yeah where my money boy
He falling turn around he falling
He falling
Get down
Where my money at boy
Aye boy where my money at
It's either you tripping or you not
Whatever which one you doing is on you I'm tripping
Not for nothing though yall cant fuck with us
I mean let's just call it for what it is yall really cant
Yall think yall got the flow to keep up
Stop
I'm finna drive with the racks in the bag
I'm finna jump out this bih with a tag
Molly blunt stuck as fuck
I got this lil hoe fried as fuck
Probably out here geekin
I'm probably out here schemin
Don't come this way I'm reaching
My twin go where you sleeping
That's fam I call them heathens
If I fuck her that's my secret
I throw bands and now she eatin
I ain't fucked up bout this bitch you trim
I walk round with Scottie Pippen twin walk round with Michael Jordan
Fifty racks he say he got that twin we finna extort that boy
She really think I'm doing this shit for her I'm finna backdoor bitch
Oh that's Flakko oh that's Ten boy let's whack this bitch
Got this shit up on my side I told a boy I'll up this bitch
Told her twin just call me Pete the way I'm finna pistol shit
Man this bitch so average I swear she ain't even heavensent
Them percs right where my belly sit
Sticked up on some Belly shit
Aye told my hoe this Veli shit
Once I smoke don't fuck with Ten
All black coupe I'm on my reverend shit
All white bitch she on angelic shit
You ain't ready see no brains this shit get unsettling
Aye told my hoe that's skelly shit
Cut up I'm on deli shit
Just copped Ten that piece embellished it
Aye twin I'm on some Melly shit
Just copped BNB no telly shit
Just copped brand new pack that smelly shit
Come on man all all all all these conversations bout all this bullshit man