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tap' out - fwm.kalebb lyrics

(this sh*t go hard)
aye i was down on my ass i was penny pinchin
they need help send they ass through an intervention
tryna stack up yeah that been the mission
they was blind as a bat they ain’t see the vision
now i pull up with my windows tinted
i remember they laughed when i pulled in rentals
finna blow up ain’t no accidental
got this sh*t out the gutter like master splinter
got so much money they call me printer
and i’m blessin my folks i ain’t been a sinner
when i play this hoe better start reminiscing
that them days in the trap i was selling chickеn
better step thе f*ck back when my finger itching
cause i’m spinning the block i ain’t talkin fidget
you get beat the f*ck up ain’t no paddy pimblett
since i jumped out the womb i been stacking digits
got a couple of b*tches i’m bad at picking
if that hoe pregnant i’m barely kicking
i’m just kidding but i got a couple mentions
all these haters some b*tches and all of you rappers my sons
why the f*ck they still act like i owe them something
i done came up from nothing but dirty money
i was stuck in the trap i looking bummy
when these b*tches come up they get nothing from me
throw me that pack i ship by the country
they keep coming back well i guess they love me
got this big booty b*tch and i’m feeling humpy
when i do my maneuver she say she love it
say you gon come touch me then come and touch me
ain’t no diddy but i give his ass the knuckles
why your b*tch tryna grip on my louis buckle
man this new arp make sure i don’t tussle
y’all rapper asses like some truffle b*tter
like i went in with squad get it out the muscle
i be making plays they be calling huddle
finna throw that b*tch deep ain’t no power puff
wait which b*tch i’m finna f*ck today
he said i’m broke lol to the bank
and you know i’m smoking on stank
that boy just a peon he not in my rank
we done came a long way from the paint
he dissin’ my name and we leaving him stained
get the l!ck when you mention the gang
ain’t talkin osama go down in the [?]
i was down on my ass i was penny pinchin
they need help send they ass through an intervention
tryna stack up yeah that been the mission
they was blind as a bat they ain’t see the vision
now i pull up with my windows tinted
i remember they laughed when i pulled in rentals
finna blow up ain’t no accidental
got this sh*t out the gutter like master splinter
got so much money they call me printer
and i’m blessin my folks i ain’t been a sinner
when i play this hoe better start reminiscing
that them days in the trap i was selling chicken
better step the f*ck back when my finger itching
cause i’m spinning the block i ain’t talkin fidget
you get beat the f*ck up ain’t no paddy pimblett
since i jumped out the womb i been stacking digits
got a couple of b*tches i’m bad at picking

- fwm kalebb lyrics

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