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Money bag man, you making hits
Ay, been the one around my section
Bitch, you just hear about it
Blood ain't really pullin' skits for real
So what you hear about him?
He pop suckas, I pop suckas too
So what you fear about him?
Only want these hos for that chose
I do not care about them
Ay, she want me 'cause I got this clout, how is that beneficial?
Push up on this load and then get cheese, don't think you want the issue
I don't want your love and fuck your feelings
You can take 'em with you
He dropped shots, then I drop shots too
I'm just playin' with you
Bro I'm in the club, he got stretched, now he layin' with you
Lil' bro been itchin' for some merk, he tryna take the pistol
You ain't even payin' what you wearin', I would hate to kiss you
Boy, I woulda took him on this next trip, but I don't think it fit you
Yeah, and this the shit I live
Dancin' out on niggas with this stick make him hop the fence
Thinkin' with your dick gon' get you smoked
Tryna knock the bitch
And we know her, 'cause the homegirl so we got drops quick
And that don't make you safe up in the hood because your pops is
Shit, we'll get that nigga too
Lot of niggas ain't steppin' how I step, so, bitch, I break the rules
It was 2011 the last time that nigga made the news
That shit be pitiful
Them kids don't mean shit if you outside, come and bend a few
Chasin' niggas down in CDGs, these ain't tennis shoes
He throw two, I throw a couple more, we just sent a few
This shit a game, I'm just playin' it how it's supposed to be
He said a lil' too much up on that paper, don't come close to me
You ain't ever pulled up on your opps, and gave them smoke for free
I laugh at niggas' threats, I keep this bitch, so ain't no smokin' me
Poppin' out the cut, I don't even think he noticed me
This switch got niggas runnin' real fast, niggas showin' feet
Yeah, but he ain't gon' say it up in his raps, though
He ain't gon' talk about that one dead nigga who got wrapped, though