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Yeah
LOD shit
I give my time to keep it (keep it)
I don't do lies and secrets (nah)
Had to keep my patience
Hoes gon' lie, just look in the sky for Jesus
Haha, yeah
Treat hoes like feral diseases
All of my bitches got mad when I cheated
Bitch cry, I go full out of grievance
I fall, bitch, pick up the pieces
Bitch only call if I pull out the penis
A nigga could study and follow my path
And he still couldn't point out my weakness
Why jealousy flowing for niggas with cash?
And every day give us a reason
All of my niggas be chasing the bag
So money can't get in between us
Haha, yeah
Chain cold, can't stay out the, uh
Chain cold, can't stay out the freezer
Big bankroll, can't pay with the Visa
Oh shit (LOD shit, what the fuck going on?)
Mm, mm, mm, mm (welcome to LOD)
Okay, I feel it (yeah)
I can fuck with this bitch though (feel me)
Say what? Ayy
This the big ass wad, no, I can't pay with the Visa (the Visa)
Yeah, the bitch no good, she lie, but I still did hate to leave her (I did leave her)
I done played my part, I tried, so the
Bitch don't hate me either (she hate her)
How the fuck y'all hate my ways, but never
Did blame my teacher? (They did, bitch)
But it's cool, I'm chill in Eureka (Eureka)
Make bank when I play through the speakers
Point blank range when I aim with the heater (grra)
Better change or them niggas'll leave you
Can't make plays when you come off the bleachers (bitch)
Whole gang turn a popper to amigas
The bitch gon' stay for a shot of tequila (she did)
Uh, uh, uh (LOD shit)
With my bestest friends, pour Trish and Pepsi cans
Bitch, watch us drink to freedom (we gon' drink)
Bro made love to the dope, pole lean then he prop his feet up (he did)
I'll barge in your crib for the coke, for an ounce, I'll pop your leader (bow)
The bitch gon' fake her moves, I don't want no actresses (I don't)
The bitch ain't speak her truth, but I bet her actions is
They send, they send, bitch
They send two checks on the first
My pen a curse, this where my magic is
Make bank just for my verse
Got reimbursed off words and adjectives
Uh, bitch, I need some grace for my mistakes
That's what my pastor give (what he do)
I sit on y'all from what I ate
This ain't from laxatives (it's not)
They ask us how y'all get your plate
We told them acronyms
We make paper, we make bank from putting words into a sentence
We keep stacking what we earn, can't even splurge until we finish
We magicians, we turn adjectives and verbs into a business
Close the distance, big ass chopper paint
Blow curb and then we dipping, uh
Hos don't listen
Can't grow, she don't show no difference, uh, uh
I'ma hold my image
Gotta stay strong when I mow my bitches, uh, uh
The pole ain't missing
The whole thing gone when I blow, I'm tripping
The .44 different
Niggas be soft as a ho that'll ran to the popo, snitch, yeah
LOD shit
What the fuck going on?
Yeah