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Trademark Da Skydiver

"DFA"

[Young Roddy: Verse 1]
Uh, I'm stacking this bread to leave it for my junior
I told her give me head in the Uber
Wrist on freeze don't blame me blame my jeweler
I bring her to the projects, some sh*t she ain't used to
A hood n*gga fa sho that's to the fullest
Ay tell them lame ass n*ggas to eat a bullet
Playin' hooky I was tryna get her cookies
I told her wear her hair so I could pull it
My money too tall to overlook me
Like John Salley, I'm coaching like Pat Riley
I used to hot box the whip leave it cloudy
I get some brains from a b*tch then I'm outtie
My homie 'bout to catch a body I can't talk him out it
Feeling like I'm an outcast, Andre 3000
I'm tryna get that Bentley with no co-signer
A trap God I'm no role model

[Chorus: Young Roddy]
And I don't f*ck around with no f*ck arounds so don't f*ck around with my camp n*gga
Never gave a f*ck still don't give a f*ck so don't f*ck around and get capped n*gga
And I don't f*ck around with no f*ck arounds so don't f*ck around with my camp n*gga
Never gave a f*ck still don't give a f*ck so don't f*ck around and get capped n*gga

[Verse 2: Trademark da Skydiver]
Live from the city where n*ggas get wet up
Your own homeboys will pull a set up if they jealous
Hard head youngins n*gga ain't nothing you could tell us
Maneuver with entrepreneurs pursuers of the cheddar
I'm cool with the goons, Goodfellas and the sellers
Hackers, jackers, college kids and the felons
We all like minded we got that getting money fetish
So don't f*ck around with the f*ck around and feel shots from this Beretta
We don't play around we'll lay it down
Who shot ya, they ain't telling
Live by the code of the streets, never move without my heat
Stay on my sh*t cause if I slip I'm falling somewhere six feet deep
Got to reach my peak before I meet eternal sleep
And uh, n*ggas is weak they be praying for my downfall
Hate to see me up, want me in the dirt just like a groundhog
But, I'm back active, racks stacking, still snapping
Taking shots like it's March Madness with no practice

[Chorus: Young Roddy]
And I don't f*ck around with no f*ck arounds so don't f*ck around with my camp n*gga
Never gave a f*ck still don't give a f*ck so don't f*ck around and get capped n*gga
And I don't f*ck around with no f*ck arounds so don't f*ck around with my camp n*gga
Never gave a f*ck still don't give a f*ck so don't f*ck around and get capped n*gga

[Verse 3: Cozz]
Uh, yeah
Oh my I'm so cold, I keep a Colt, no .45
Before I decided to get cosigned with J. Cole
I was the one behind these bars and still did no time
I still got no time for motherf*cking starving artists
Wasn't hungry when a n*gga tryna get a bargain
I ain't asked for sh*t, but dog I beg your pardon
I gave up a whole lot of sh*t back when I was starving
Just in case you was wondering where my leg and arm went
I gave it up a long time ago when n*ggas was starving
I studied, read up on it, and then I got involved with
A couple big names, y'all n*ggas is some big lames
n*gga can't get tamed, a lion in the cage
These n*ggas, lying in they face
I mean they, tryna get paid
I mean they, tryna get fame but look you gotta get the dollars first
Then you get respect, sorry n*gga that's just how it works
I'm saying, but I don't f*ck around with that f*ck around

[Chorus: Young Roddy]
And I don't f*ck around with no f*ck arounds so don't f*ck around with my camp n*gga
Never gave a f*ck still don't give a f*ck so don't f*ck around and get capped n*gga
And I don't f*ck around with no f*ck arounds so don't f*ck around with my camp n*gga
Never gave a f*ck still don't give a f*ck so don't f*ck around and get capped n*gga

[Verse 4: Kevin Gates]
Father walked out of my life me and my momma had no Christmas
Remarried left me with Grandma now I got 2 younger siblings
My step father act as if he ain't even want me to visit
In the ghetto looking up to older n*ggas out here gettin' it
First chance buy half a gram for 20 cents we call 'em flippers
Broke it down with a safety pin, fast forward, juvy detention
Got right back at it charges back to back in prison
My street daddy believe in me, he said I got potential
Name ringing round my section got smokers coming to get it
Trap booming off the hinges now my friends ain't being friendly
Gangster n*gga, old b*tch been on my di*k now n*ggas envy
Upgraded from riding rentals, tryna jack you gotta kill me

[Chorus: Young Roddy]
And I don't f*ck around with no f*ck arounds so don't f*ck around with my camp n*gga
Never gave a f*ck still don't give a f*ck so don't f*ck around and get capped n*gga
And I don't f*ck around with no f*ck arounds so don't f*ck around with my camp n*gga
Never gave a f*ck still don't give a f*ck so don't f*ck around and get capped n*gga

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