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f*ck, you
b*tch
and i mean it
no friends company my demons
big bands imma blow dont keep it
f*ck, you
that love you showed ain’t mean it
fighting my problems will i get defeated
immy try to flex up and beat it
shot, shot, shot, shot
i make a call and them n*ggas dont play round
we beat lil n*ggas up on the playground
i was back then but we beating a k now
shot, shot, shot, shot, shot
if he try to run it’s a chase down
hit his back and we leaving his face down
we just broke but we all gettin’ paid

verse 1

grra, grra, grra, grra
boy you gotta be jokin’ you don’t got no motion
grra, grra, grra, grra
i got sh*t in my head that don’t ever get spoken
nah, nah, nah, nah
bae would you give me cpr if i start overdosin’ nah, nah
f*ck it i don’t want to bе like that right now
oh god d*mn
blow a track christian dior my feet right now i don’t even likе them
grr, grr, grr, grr, grr i say guys d*mn
he got targets half them at the sky guess that was gods plan

chorus

f*ck, you
b*tch
and i mean it
no friends company my demons
big bands imma blow dont keep it
f*ck, you
that love you showed ain’t mean it
fighting my problems will i get defeated
immy try to flex up and beat it
shot, shot, shot, shot
i make a call and them n*ggas dont play round
we beat lil n*ggas up on the playground
i was back then but we beating a k now
shot, shot, shot, shot, shot
if he try to run it’s a chase down
hit his back and we leaving his face down
we just broke but we all gettin’ paid

verse 2
back on my turnt sh*t they know i’m running the city
all of the old g’s get it wit me
we gon’ rep ace town f*ck a win year
when he touch down sh*t be getting gritty
i don’t really give time to no bitties
if she can’t take d*ck f*ck her titties
i know a lot of labels tryna get me i need a billion f*ck a millie

his back in, come tap in, we got bowls on the floor and the mattress
he keep on posting he got it in traffic
we gon fill up that whip if he gas it
know you a shooter but that ain’t for n0body
for you go do that drill better mask it
n*ggas ain’t shooters they really be airbourne
and everytime that we shot hit the basket
chorus

f*ck, you
b*tch
and i mean it
no friends company my demons
big bands imma blow dont keep it
f*ck, you
that love you showed ain’t mean it
fighting my problems will i get defeated
immy try to flex up and beat it

shot, shot, shot, shot
i make a call and them n*ggas dont play round
we beat lil n*ggas up on the playground
i was back then but we beating a k now
shot, shot, shot, shot, shot
if he try to run it’s a chase down
hit his back and we leaving his face down
we just broke but we all gettin’ paid

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