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Hazey, baby
I keep it a hundred, got a hundred on the dash
I don't trust niggas and I might wear my Fendi top the wrong way 'round so it can see who stabs me in my back
Face hot, told my nigga, "Slap me if I lack"
A lot of niggas ain't down, that's an honest fact
All I make is honest tracks
Small waist, honest back
Stop declarin' beef with broke niggas 'cause they're honest tramps
Aunty asked me what I'm on, told her, "Stayin' out of trouble"
Uncle saw me with a fiend that's boogs, baited out my hustle
Shawty give the best brain, don't spoil it by demandin' cuddles
VVs on my wrist, it's kind of hard to not miss the puddles
Used to tell promoters, "If the gang can't, I ain't comin'"
I got two sticks in a car, but I ain't drummin'
Shawty got a man, and she ain't budgin'
If your boyfriend ask you if you're hungry, tell him you already ate somethin'
If they say we're losin', tell 'em, "Just check the scores"
She's askin' if I'm hers, I told her, "Girl, I'm not sure"
I don't buy no designer to impress all these whores
She gon' bust it wether my shoes AirForce or Diors
VVs on my wrist, it's kind of hard to not miss the puddles
Used to tell promoters, "If the gang can't, I ain't comin'"
I got two sticks in a car, but I ain't drummin'
Shawty got a man, and she ain't budgin'
If your boyfriend ask you if you're hungry, tell him you already ate somethin'
If they say we're losin', tell 'em, "Just check the scores"
She's askin' if I'm hers, I told her, "Girl, I'm not sure"
I don't buy no designer to impress all these whores
She gon' bust it wether my shoes AirForce or Diors
Put my blade all up in that, he was bad, but before
Obo on the block, they gave my nigga scratch, like a four
Got a pack in my cheeks and a flick in my balls
Feds try pull me over, had to dip from the lo', woah
Baddies always pree me 'bout I'm never doin' up my belt
On point, I ain't got no time to live up in a cell
Niggas wish just for me to fail
I just wish 'em well
I done grind to the top, I don't need a wishin' well
I got bitches onto me, I got niggas onto me
In the Merc' I flick it twice, ain't drivin' in economy
Obo on the block, they gave my nigga scratch, like a four
Got a pack in my cheeks and a flick in my balls
Feds try pull me over, had to dip from the lo', woah
Baddies always pree me 'bout I'm never doin' up my belt
On point, I ain't got no time to live up in a cell
Niggas wish just for me to fail
I just wish 'em well
I done grind to the top, I don't need a wishin' well
I got bitches onto me, I got niggas onto me
In the Merc' I flick it twice, ain't drivin' in economy
Compare me to the opps, where's my apology
I'm tryna get mummy out the hood, they're usin' mummy's cars for robberies
Bro got grabbed for doin' deals, still doin' deals
She wanna talk feelings, girl don't tell me how you feel
I miss my dead homie, no one asks is how I feels
They told me I'ma blow, but never tell me when I will
Fuck it though, my shank cutter drippin' red
Need more streams than Trippie Redd
Shotters keep gettin' robbed, that's what one of my bitty said
Fuck what a nigga says, I got smoke, cigarette
Rappin', but I got kittens on my phone, been a vet'
I'ma have to get my blockin' on, 'cause you been a pest
I'm tryna get mummy out the hood, they're usin' mummy's cars for robberies
Bro got grabbed for doin' deals, still doin' deals
She wanna talk feelings, girl don't tell me how you feel
I miss my dead homie, no one asks is how I feels
They told me I'ma blow, but never tell me when I will
Fuck it though, my shank cutter drippin' red
Need more streams than Trippie Redd
Shotters keep gettin' robbed, that's what one of my bitty said
Fuck what a nigga says, I got smoke, cigarette
Rappin', but I got kittens on my phone, been a vet'
I'ma have to get my blockin' on, 'cause you been a pest
Paigon hoes wassin' 'bout me, prob' 'cause I don't give them sex
If a shot's movin' funny, me and bro won't give 'em pebs
Niggas say they take risks, I ain't see them risk it yet
In all black, lookin' like a silhouette
Fuck a diss track, in real life I'd rather disrespect
If I don't blow, then I'm gon' to the phone shop
And phone my big cousin like, "Yo, I need them Os off, now"
You feel me?
If a shot's movin' funny, me and bro won't give 'em pebs
Niggas say they take risks, I ain't see them risk it yet
In all black, lookin' like a silhouette
Fuck a diss track, in real life I'd rather disrespect
If I don't blow, then I'm gon' to the phone shop
And phone my big cousin like, "Yo, I need them Os off, now"
You feel me?
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