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Ay, I don't really tell what he on
Ay, I don't really tell what he do
It's Kartier bitch
I'm the one he adore, uh, I'm the one he adore, uh
Come on, I don't really care what he on
I don't really care what he do
The nigga say leave it their bitch be goin'
I ain't really trippin', I'm on what he own
Dog shit records, I'm puttin' shit on
His BM a lame can't put on the throne
Type show you where you really belong
I ain't really trippin' I'm havin' my motion
Can't write bitch back I'm puttin' on
I'm havin' motion and shit goin' on
I'm swiping these BMs and patting the city
Free my side can't get left shitty
I don't really care about the jakes
I don't really care about the feds
I never try to turn myself in
Fightin' my battle with a cold ass grin
Perk got me itchin' I'm slimy again
It's Summyah Marie, ay It's Summyah Marie, uh, Okay
Wanna go to the next? (Okay, okay)
Wanna go to the next? (Okay)
I don't care
Be loyal to the game not me (I don't care)
Took a trust in a bag, not a dream (I don't care)
I fell back, now you want me (I don't care)
Post-press that nigga on me
How you saw it, bitch? T-O-B-D (backtrick)
But his tank on E
These niggas be pennin' not P (dumb bitch)
You bitches got fucked, not me
Stay real, but you move in a sneaky way
Tryna play me boy, that's a risky play
That two-inch, bust down lace
Slim thick, shit, fine in the face
I don't really care what he on
I don't really care what he do
The nigga say leave it their bitch be goin'
I ain't really trippin', I'm on what he own
Dog shit records, I'm puttin' shit on
His BM a lame can't put on the throne
Type show you where you really belong
I ain't really trippin' I'm havin' my motion
Ayy, come on (this shit going on)
Yeah
It's Kartier Bitch
You know what the fuck goin' on
That's how I cop for sure, y'all made this bitch a vibe
That's how I clubbing