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Yea yop yea yop, come on
Aye turn this fuckin' beat up bra
Bra, turn this bitch up I'm not playin', nigga
Yeah yop, there we go
Damn, come on
Got this beat from Deyvon, now I can finally punch in
Scammed a crackhead with a iPhone, told him let's swap sims
Nigga asked me for my preset, I hit him with a grin
Stop bustin' them weak-ass fits, you got your shit from City Trends
I didn't even mean to steal this beat, but I jacked this bitch
Goin' in with full force, I swear I'm finna attack this bitch
She can't even go to Harvard, them yn's came and jacked her shit
I'm tryna blow my gun, fuck a range, I don't practice shit
Trappin' in the streets with gangnem, bitch it feel like payday
Swiper no swipin', bitch we just took this shit from Deydey
3 AM thoughts, lil' nigga you don't get no day play
Told the bitch I'm tryna fuck, we ain't on no play date
I feel at peace by myself when I'm rappin' in the stu
Bitch, we is not Usher and Keys, nigga I don't got no boo
Bitch, I ain't C-breezy, I got some hoes, but I ain't gon' be with you
Western Road Flows, man this drac make him see a different view
Chill guy but I be beatin' ass like I'm Johnny Cage
I see all red but I ain't trippin' nigga, I swear I miss the rage
When I get up, I'm flexin' on these hoes and divin' off the stage
He told me up a band and I just fucked around and dropped his wage
My nigga got booked, he came out, we on the same page
Let my voodoo bitch roll the pre-rolls, now it's mixed with sage
Niggas out here playin' till we pull up and come and set the stage
Heard that nigga a pedo, he fuck with hoes that's way below his age
What the fuck wrong with bro? I swear these niggas be down bad
Upped the bitch on my ex hoe, now she gone mad
Out the blick on this one opp, he goin' out sad
She mad at him cause she a hoe, now I told him not to fuck with Sav
I told my nigga the same thing, he still can't put down the thots
I told bro she was gon give it up nigga, she let me beat the box
The opps wanna sit and talk inside, nigga, I'm throwin' rocks