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i’m in the booth right now, 7k and a pike, you don’t think of this game?
get trouble, get trouble, get trouble, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
got that red door, 10 in the week, not 900, all my style
j might flex, don’t be wrong, but it ain’t fake, f*ck, do i have shadow?
lil’ shawty been ran through the whole team, even little bro that had him
my j puts all g in the pack, and 10 n*ggas smoke like shadow
i’m in the booth right now, 7k and a pike, you don’t think of this game?
but this sh*t off grounds, i don’t work at liz, you know i ain’t cap
smokin’ on quiche, everyone that come like skin, i get it on the fast
in the trap, workin’ five cacolettes, you know i got a hand
work cacolette, like i’m in school, ride around several people too
young n*gga play, go ahead and write n*gga up, put the facts on the news
every day i got it, get my paper, i need my blues like clue
stay pranked up, every day i come top ten, so how could i lose?
three in the morning, we scoping that drop, tryna put the beans off to the drain
can’t no n*gga, go and get sh*t, i wanna see all the n*ggas bleed
f*ck!
i be a little 50 a week, now i run rats all in my sleeve
this little b*tch should’ve been from overseas, i ain’t rockin’ no cream
we like the candidates, throw your jack, come in the truck, we got what you need
zans, perks, drink, beers, ain’t well, i’m servin’ them fiends
got them big bags of desire, break down, cost you a fee
sometimes feel like a lumberjack, the way that i break down a tree
got them red through a ten in a week, now i need a hundred of my stout
jet might flinch, don’t be run, but it ain’t fake, f*ck, do what i shout
little shawty been ran through the whole team, even though bro that had her
my jet puts all g in the air, i ain’t got no money, i ain’t got no money
i’m in the booth right now, 7k in the pipe, you don’t think i didn’t scam
but this sh*t off grounds, i don’t work it, liz, you know i ain’t cap
smokin’ on quiche, it runnin’ cut like skin, i get it on the fast
in the truck, workin’ five cackle letters, you know i got a hand

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