[Intro]
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[Verse]
Ayy, I been tryna kick the lean, we pourin' up juice
I told the bitch bring her friend, they comin' in twos
And how you think you finna win, but hate when you lose?
I got my son in this 'Cat, finna take him to school
I seen a n***a go broke and trade in his jewels
Another sucker n***a dead, we breakin' the news
That n***a used to have some pape', he snortin' up blues
You put your trust in that bitch, I'm lettin' her choose
And every time I make some pape', I'm doin' my dance
I need a bad model bitch, ain't fuckin' no fan
I made my first few hundred thou' still livin' with grams
Almost a million dollars later, was never the plan
And I ain't finna buy no ghost, them bitches'll jam
Bitch, this a full 27, you play, you get fanned
And I could tell you in your feelings, you went on a rant
I'm from the place where if you slip, you n***as is stamped
Look, a young player n***a, could pull up in Benz
And all my jeans Beno Wrld, we settin' the trends
I just left from D Rose, he gave me a glim
And I don't listen to they songs, them n***as throw blams
And I be with his main bitch, she givin' me trim
I never seen so many shooters that don't hit the gym
I know she wanna pay a n***a, she feel like I'm him
Ain't scared to jump up in that water, I know how to swim
Shit, it's just me, Rob, and Zay, we keepin' it lit
They know I been up in these streets since I was a jit
The gang better off alone, we goin' legit
A scope goin' on the chop, when I shoot, I don't miss
And when it come to this bag, we bleedin' the booth
Talkin' murders on them phones, you n***as is loose
Remember we was mixin' lean with Belvy and Goose
This n***a always got a gun, but never gon' shoot
Instead of makin' diss songs, go catch you a hat
Since brother died in '08, you n***as just rap
You only good at makin' songs, you really a slap
And we ain't goin' back and forth, you know where I'm at
I snatched the ceiling off this bitch, we pullin' up clean
And Supercharged the Grand Nash, we pullin' up mean
How that's a dirty-ass soda? You pourin' up clean
Can't comprehend the shit I say, don't know what I mean
She broke a trick for twenty thou' we set in Dubai
If bitches ain't talkin' goals, you killin' my vibe
The police just got behind us, they killin' my high
She fuckin' n***as with no morals, you bitches be fried
Bitch, I grew up in the jungle, I be with the apes
And I ain't talkin' to no n***a that talk to the jakes
They tryna say it's all love, these n***as be fake
It's mixed emotions in this bitch, the love and the hate