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[Intro] Let me find out you see me callin you I ain't finna keep blowin up yo phone Like I'm one these thirsty ass bitches You got me fucked up I don't kiss no ass bitch my IG lit I can fuck any nigga I want though Forreal You act like I'm tryna be yo bitch or sum I just want atleast a lil respect I know you ain't no where there wit yo ugly ass friends And them dirty ass Dick doing hoes off Instagram Keep playin wit me Ima send them niggas to yo crib Bitch now call my phone right now ! [Verse 1] Fuck on yo bitch kick ha out on ha ass Cts v man that bitch like a bullet You pull up I'm leavin yo ass 30 round clip we ain't beatin yo ass Buss on ha lip now bitch go bout yo business, every minute I run up that spinach I'm up in the A I just left outta Lenox fly to LA put my dick in some bitches Jog to the bank everyday hella fitness Ask the tellers them bitches is witness Might fuck a bitch but don't tell her my business She set me up wet that bitch like the fishes 650 just me and beretta you tweak and then hollows a leak out yo blatter Hop innat coupe and I'm smoking yo Jetta Hit her 2 times drop her off where I met her [Verse 2] I'm ballin so stupid Took hella racks out the bank and I blew it Took that new coupe off the lot then I flew it Empty the clip out the Uzi then threw it Aye got that drink in my fluid run in yo trap and make hella confusion Hundred round clips we jus come in and shootin Hop in that straight and u know that I flew it aye My pockets they look like Rick Ross You run up I'm bringing yo life to a hault That bitch give me too many calls that bitch irritatin I cut that bitch off shut that bitch off left that bitch lost Hop in that rarri and stomp that bitch off Bitch wanna whine but I don't got the time Fuck her two times then I cut that bitch off I just spent a bag on my diamonds Hoes do whateva I say like I'm Simon I pour me a 4 den I'm flyin run it up no tony hawk I be grindin My bitch look like she come from the island She keep me straight cause a nigga be wildin Niggas so tuff it be havin me dyin Marco he all in the cut like he spying [Verse 3] Bullets be flying bodies be flying up in red diamond t Hem hundreds be flying Bitches be going and bitches be lying Niggas be cuffin em I don't be trying I just be fuckin em then I be duckin em Me trust a bitch nigga you lyin Honcho gang bitch we be running through racks Fucking it up get it back everytime [Verse 4] Nigga run in here it ain't one of those Mac 10s FNs it ain't on those Nigga want war let a nigga kno Heat seakers go right thru a nigga fro I'm Rollin up woods all a nigga know Bring a swisher then I point yo ass to door LV my bitch stragiht frm the store LV on my belt gotta couple those Set a nigga up wit a couple hoes Den wet a nigga up like a water hose Gotta getta check then its adios Bitch I got more dough than dominos Steady pouin up 4s finna overdose Steady fuckin yo hoe finna Letta go 50 round clip we a let it go Then smoke dope like we ain't Neva know
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