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First takin' this shit
Fuck a double up, yeah, I'm tryin' triple that
Solid as a rock, my nigga, you can't belittle that
Niggas ain't gettin' no money, they remember that
Outfit crazy, but nigga, I'm worth a silly check
Bank account bonkers, I really could make a silly mess
Only focused on me and mine, ain't worryin' bout the rest
I ain't really sayin' too much, I know that I'm the best
Flatout told me niggas be weak, and I can second that
No need to second guess, if these niggas talkin' bout bars
We steppin' on they neck, and that's no disrespect
And if a nigga think otherwise, let's place a friendly bet
Meechie baby came out the cut, now it's a triple threat
I'm only thuggin' with wild youngins, they tryin' to catch a hat
I said what I said, now Dirty Flat he up next at bat
Now he up next at bat
Fuck a double up, yeah, I'm tryin' triple that
Call that shit a triple threat, followin' my outline
They walkin' with my silhouette, copycats, one-on-one
Can't copy that, run it back, roger that
Knock shit out the park, batter up with a dodger hat
Steady dyin' out, but I don't see where they charger at
Charge it to the game, I gotta honor that
If you owe me money, I'm gon' garnish that
Headed to the top, so the sky is where my target at
Bigger than life, so don't you tell me who I ain't larger than
Niggas cheapskates, why you bargainin
Flatout sick, arsenic
Flatout lit, arsonist
Burnin' all your shit down, damn, you callin' quits now
I'm hollin' at your bitch now, sit down
Hatin' on flat, you got a big frown
But I been the king, peep the big crown
Damn, who gon' take it from me
Better place a bet or somethin
Either way, I'm makin' money
Either way, I'm makin' somethin
Try me, you ain't takin' nothin
We can place a wager
Better off to say your prayers
I can teach you how to stack
So you can go and save for later
Shorty think I'm pimpin
Now she call me Mr. Player, Player
Pass the ball to Meech
So we can go ahead and make the layup
Go ahead and make the layup
Actually Flat, I might just dunk it
I go stupid, Archie Bonkers
Like D-Wade in South Beach
Flip, pass the ball to me, I flush it
That's a triple threat
But right now, nigga, feel like David Ruffin
I'ma step on all these niggas
That ever said I did some bluffin
I'm in beast mode
Shit can get treacherous over street codes
My young niggas be wildin' for practice
Not over freak hoes
Bad boys no Diddy
But Mechie keep at least three poles
Miami Heat ballin
But wintertime, we done seen cold
Congratulations, baby boy, your heart still in it
How many times we done tried shit
My heart couldn't mention
My cousin taught me how to hustle
So shut up, pay attention
Just put the grind in your rhymes
All my dreams are fruition
I did this shit just by my lonely
Like a GTA mission
I couldn't sit and talk about
All the shit I was missin
I'm fuckin' cold when hit the road
Old school when I'm whippin
I swing that thing from side to side
Wood grain when I'm grippin
And they say Meechie the wildest
That boy came up lacking guidance
On my way to Rikers Island
And meetin' bitches at the palace
Some niggas think they flow harder
But my new shit just like a callus
I'm on one, DJ Khaled nigga
He ain't even had nothing else to say to y'all niggas, man