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Who you fooling boy you don’t know
Keepi-Keeping all these fucking secrets on the low-low-low
Everything you passed, you a hoe
Why the fuck you tryna go and steal my flow

Im fuck-im fucking on yo bitch i got two i got three
Tryna buy a fucking feat, and my taxes is not free
You don’t really fuck with my sound you just wanna use me
But my karma comes back now you stuck all on your knees

Yuh, yuh yuh
Imma stack my guap Imma stack my guap
Imma grind to the top, i’ll never ever stop
Let it rock, let it rock imma pop, take a shot
In the fucking studio locking in, on the spot

Looking at ya fucking figure why tf you look so cheesy
Imma knock ya hoe out like im fucking chris breezy
Imma always get my revenge because you can best believe me
I don’t really give af, you know that i take it easy yuh