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[Babyface Ray]
Somebody text Trent, "Hit the Gallery"
Help him with the bags, sir, thanks for having me
Man, I had to cut her off, I got bitches mad at me
And I gotta keep an N, all these niggas gon' laugh at me
Fifty on me neck, fifty on my wrist
I'm roundin' off, it's really ninety-six, you little petty bitch
Man, that nigga Face cappin', he ain't really from the 6
I'll slide through minivan, trunk full of (Shh)
Lookin' for the right shh, tryna find a mix
I don't really fuck with Webster, rather go to Kith

Call my nigga Pucci, I'ma pull up to the Knicks
I done got my money right, they can't tell me shit, ayy
Unfuckwitable, baby girl a cannibal
I be with the Runtz Gang, gave your bitch an edible
Young nigga dream was to get a blow spot
Me and Skeddy turned the White into the dopehouse
Baby, fuck your man, tell me what your throat 'bout
Breakin' down the bag, I'm at lil' house
When I go on tour, I'm bringin' lil' bro out
Yeah, Veeze with me, we was workin' both routes
Pulled two hundred out a fuckin' ghost town
Diamonds dancin', choppers singin', bitch, it's Motown
Young Berry Gordy
She done fucked the whole gang, that shit is very horny

She just want the clout, when we fuck, she say, "Record me"
Hell yeah, I did it, made a sextape
OVO, Bape, still ain't met Drake

[Veeze]
Fuck all that Tris shit, where the Wock' at?
My bitch don't never buy no sneakers when she shoppin'
Come to my trap, got white and black just like a Sox hat
My niggas don't care nothin' 'bout parties, only combat
I don't even want the thirty, give me the standard, I can't hide that
Oh, you wan' duck and hide? I'ma send them boys to where your mom at
I just pour a deuce and pop a Perc', I still ain't high yet

Told that skinny bitch my bankroll thicker than where her thigh at
Nigga, I don't play with niggas
Nigga, I don't pay for bitches
Nigga, I don't hang with snitches
I'm part of the Navy, nigga
My brother crazy, I tell him to, he'll kill your babysitter
I was flat broke, Ray was with me
You play with him, you can't keep livin'
My cup too damn expensive
You spill that bitch, gotta pay the difference
Lil' nigga keep sneak dissin', I'm sendin' Diego to slay your bitches

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