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Okay, okay, lil' n***a
Ayy, okay, lil' n***a, lil' n***a, yeah
Okay, let me talk my shit one time
How you mad at me for doin' the same shit, you hypocritical bitch?
Caught with weed and guns, ain't get no bond, the judge had made me sick
I took mine to the chin, n***a, you a sucker, you ain't even take your lick
Brodem already know, wherever they see them boys, just take they shit
I'm the one she get revenge with, I'm Mr. Take Your Bitch
I'm 99 overall, lil' n***a, I hardly ever miss
Heard you goin' broke tryin' to stay lit, you can't keep up with me
I'll be rich 'til 2099, you better tuck your cheese
I never said, "Fuck the streets," one foot out and one foot deep
Stand on this shit 'til I'm in the ground, I know who down for me
My young crew ain't make it to finish school, they sold the pounds with me
None of them bitches ain't worth a nut, I hate I ever squeezed 'em
I'm from that side of town where they play it crazy and try to lay
Boys in the hood, it's time to slide, them n***as turn to Tre (Dough, hear me out)
Not only did I put food on the table, I even fixed the plate
I'll go get a job cuttin' down trees 'fore I run out of pape'
I get pounds to doorstep in this state, it only take a day
Set up come from middle of the mall, these n***as jewelry fake
All black cars are like I'm in a mob, but we screamin' free GA
A war pop off, I'm doin' a roll call, make sure the brodie straight
This bitch want me to keep it real, but everythin' about her fake
Five hundred thousand to the lawyer, I'm tryin' to beat the case
We them boys who run around Skyami with them Georgia plates
I used to break pounds down for Boo, he let me keep the shape
Lil' n***a, big four nickel, it help me hold my weight
Nine figures later, I'm still thuggin', I can't go for nothin'
I been at the pape' since goin' to Fox Street, gettin' the weed from [Nut ?][1:37]
I come from that spot where you hear shots, you need to die or duck (Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah)
I come down that Boulevard and new Ferraris, me and Daniel
And he don't dap n***as up, he keep his gun in handle
I got way more hoes than I got clothes, so I don't care what she do
Turn your mama house into a trap spot, I got love for little Q
Every day the rent do, n***a, and I got a plan, I'm goin' harder
Bankroll after bankroll, I feel funny when I gotta swipe my card
I'm really that boy, I got more cards than these lil' n***as got drawers
I was out the way, back on that bullshit, these n***as done pissed me off
Belgium, all the walls, tear shit apart, I really run with [tar ?][2:09]
I ain't got no odds, these n***as post it all, I'm beefin' with the police
Richard Millies, Paris, Cartier, I only wear my APs
I'm Orange Feet Records, how the fuck you n***as try to play me?
I don't gotta buy no chains, buy apartments, put 'em in my kid's name
Ayy, okay, lil' n***a, lil' n***a, yeah
Okay, let me talk my shit one time
How you mad at me for doin' the same shit, you hypocritical bitch?
Caught with weed and guns, ain't get no bond, the judge had made me sick
I took mine to the chin, n***a, you a sucker, you ain't even take your lick
Brodem already know, wherever they see them boys, just take they shit
I'm the one she get revenge with, I'm Mr. Take Your Bitch
I'm 99 overall, lil' n***a, I hardly ever miss
Heard you goin' broke tryin' to stay lit, you can't keep up with me
I'll be rich 'til 2099, you better tuck your cheese
I never said, "Fuck the streets," one foot out and one foot deep
Stand on this shit 'til I'm in the ground, I know who down for me
My young crew ain't make it to finish school, they sold the pounds with me
None of them bitches ain't worth a nut, I hate I ever squeezed 'em
I'm from that side of town where they play it crazy and try to lay
Boys in the hood, it's time to slide, them n***as turn to Tre (Dough, hear me out)
Not only did I put food on the table, I even fixed the plate
I'll go get a job cuttin' down trees 'fore I run out of pape'
I get pounds to doorstep in this state, it only take a day
Set up come from middle of the mall, these n***as jewelry fake
All black cars are like I'm in a mob, but we screamin' free GA
A war pop off, I'm doin' a roll call, make sure the brodie straight
This bitch want me to keep it real, but everythin' about her fake
Five hundred thousand to the lawyer, I'm tryin' to beat the case
We them boys who run around Skyami with them Georgia plates
I used to break pounds down for Boo, he let me keep the shape
Lil' n***a, big four nickel, it help me hold my weight
Nine figures later, I'm still thuggin', I can't go for nothin'
I been at the pape' since goin' to Fox Street, gettin' the weed from [Nut ?][1:37]
I come from that spot where you hear shots, you need to die or duck (Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah)
I come down that Boulevard and new Ferraris, me and Daniel
And he don't dap n***as up, he keep his gun in handle
I got way more hoes than I got clothes, so I don't care what she do
Turn your mama house into a trap spot, I got love for little Q
Every day the rent do, n***a, and I got a plan, I'm goin' harder
Bankroll after bankroll, I feel funny when I gotta swipe my card
I'm really that boy, I got more cards than these lil' n***as got drawers
I was out the way, back on that bullshit, these n***as done pissed me off
Belgium, all the walls, tear shit apart, I really run with [tar ?][2:09]
I ain't got no odds, these n***as post it all, I'm beefin' with the police
Richard Millies, Paris, Cartier, I only wear my APs
I'm Orange Feet Records, how the fuck you n***as try to play me?
I don't gotta buy no chains, buy apartments, put 'em in my kid's name