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Big FTF shit man, you know what the fuck going on
Real life, grit dumper I'll do this shit on cam
I ain't no actor, I'm a factor make a play and then I scram
I took a risk, I took some losses now I'm right back servin' grams
Made a ten off digi scales I ain't never need a hand
I'm slidin' out the V in real time Niggas ain't on that Insta drillin
Wipe his nose with a ten milli' Then I'll go pray for forgiveness
Banana clips come off that micro Drake, you would thought his top was peek in'
Jay Kay tried to stay to his self But none of the opps gon' mind they business
Who you gon' call when shit get wicked? Who you gon' call when shit get rough
Free K3 and Baby Jay, bitch, fuck the opps, they know what's up
Think I'ma stain come test your luck and think I'm jokin', call my bluff
FTF, I'm fuck the fakes, no I can't never fake the funk
Pyrex, stove on, got the bands, dummy hot
Tell my baby mom to chill, ho, I'm just tryna get a knot
Got a old bitch, off that fetty, got a YN servin' wop
Say the wrong word, put this shit on blood its switchy to your top
Residue all on my jeans, I've been trapping ' for too long
Used to weigh up 8ths and quarters, to the Trap God Gucci song
Was broke as fuck, but now I pinch a penny more than I pinch a pole
And now I double up that sack, I can't come home until it's gone
Real life opp dropper, boy, his blood is what I bleed
Caught him dissin' on Lil' Cali, now his face all on a T
I got the drive from this Lil' Thot, she know exactly where he be
Ayy, yo, we finna go on this drill, turn off your phone, hop in the V
Real life grit dumper, I'll do this shit on cam
I ain't no actor, I'm a factor, make a play and then I scram
I took a risk, I took some losses, now I'm right back servin' grams
Made a ten off digi scales, I ain't never need a hand
Make a ten off digi scales, I ain't never need a hand