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[verse 1]

i thought i had blocked your number
and bae life ain’t been the same, since last summer
and bae i would never change, sh*t i promise
my shooter pull up in a god d*mn hummer
my bro sell work at the bank like he run it
put a grin on the chop my lil gun staying cunning
if my shooter pull up then them guys get to running
my sh*t thunder and lightning, my sh*t get to drumming

[chorus]

hold up bae, give me a minute
that chop got a warning, explicit
my money stack tall, not a midget
but my shooters handling business
but i never ask for forgiveness
we leaving him sick like an illness
bro built like a twig, he need fitness
hop on the beat and y’know imma k!ll it
lil b*tch i’m for real, and you just been faking
i swear that i’m honest on god, a hole in his head, i’m leavin’ it vacant
cook a boy up just like bacon
we all in here praying we make it
i lay out his head on the pavement
my brodie sell drugs for a payment
[verse 2]

this b*tch tryna f*ck, tryna claim sh*t
i put my foot in the game entertain ’em
lil bro need order, i f*cking restrain him
they tryna copy my sh*t, can you blame ’em
pull up in a ghost like a phantom
this lil b*tch ain’t been minding her manners
bro serving work like he carry a platter
b*tch, i’m sorry, for all the banter
i just be yapping and sh*t, it don’t matter
lil bro off a perc he’a melt, graham cracker
swing with a pole like a god d*mn hammer
he’a mess him up with words, lil bro got grammar
sorry for how i been acting
i skrt off the road losing traction
lil bro running up, we’a blast him
we moving forward, your boy in the past tense

[chorus]

hold up bae, give me a minute
that chop got a warning, explicit
my money stack tall, not a midget
but my shooters handling business
but i never ask for forgiveness
we leaving him sick like an illness
bro built like a twig, he need fitness
hop on the beat and y’know imma k!ll it
lil b*tch i’m for real, and you just been faking
i swear that i’m honest on god, a hole in his head, i’m leavin’ it vacant
cook a boy up just like bacon
we all in here praying we make it
i lay out his head on the pavement
my brodie sell drugs for a payment

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