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Traphouse Mob Huh, roll another one Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing (This is a Melo beat) With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven (Huh) Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, sh*t), huh Oh, you feelin' sturdy, huh? (You feelin' sturdy, man) Shake some', huh Shake it, huh, shake it, huh, shake it, huh She like the way that I dance She like the way that I move She like the way that I rock She like the way that I woo And she let it clap for a n***a (She let it clap for a n***a) And she throw it back for a n***a (Yeah, she throw it back for a n***a) Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billiе Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores Whеn it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr When I walk in the spot, thirty on me Buy out the club, n***as know that I'm paid B*t*h, I'm a thot, get me lit I can't f**k with these n***as 'cause n***as is gay All on my page suckin' d**k All in my comments and screamin' my name While I'm in the club, throwin' them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones Pop Smoke, they know I'm wildin' If I'm on the island, I'm snatchin' the cell Brody got locked, denied his bail (Woo) Until he free, I'm raisin' hell Tell my shooters call me FaceTime For all the times we had to face time Free D-Nice, he doin' state time If you need the glizzy, you could take mine Please don't come out your mouth, you know I'm like that I'll make a movie like TNT (Baow) Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it I bet I air it like BNB Nappy Blue wildin' in my section And I keep that .38 for the weapon Remember when I came home from corrections (Uh-huh) All the bad b*t*hes in my direction (Uh) She like the way that I dance She like the way that I move She like the way that I rock She like the way that I woo And she let it clap for a n***a (She let it clap for a n***a) And she throw it back for a n***a (Yeah, she throw it back for a n***a) Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr A grow Man, Remember How I use to Hide the Work in a Soda Can Cops Pull Me over, I ain't goin', I ain't gettin' Jammed Stanley hittin' licks, Just to Get some Money In his Head Back in Garfield , I use to like those Days Hit the Pool F**k some hoes With My AI operates Me and Cam Fightin' N***as, Had our Psycho ways God had me in his Plans, 'cause My life doesn't change I used to Think about how My Eskimate Make a Mil' I was workin' on my Plans, Like F**k the Credits and Deals I hate askin' mom For money 'cause I knew she got bills So I started Rob' em N***as But I don't like to Steal I Saw My Uncle Sell Drugs, back then He wasn't in a Club Everybody Showed' em Love from the hood To the Club I use to think that Sh*t was Cool until he got Locked up And Even Me He was my Ideal, But that Sh*t F**ked Me up My GrandMother use to cry every time I would Pack Wood I use to hide Behind the Shed and Smoke a New Point Stop Smokin' cigarettes 'cause it was Hard for Me to Breathe Now I'm tearing down stages, Make' em Wave That they believe F**k a Tren', I don't need a friend I just, Bands Hallow says not it up, Johnny can't comprehend Grandma Ship stays on the flo', but if now Then I gotta Swim Move out the way Muhf**ker She like the way that I dance She like the way that I move She like the way that I rock She like the way that I woo And she let it clap for a n***a (She let it clap for a n***a) And she throw it back for a n***a (Yeah, she throw it back for a n***a) Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the sh*t like I'm Dennis I started this sh*t, I'ma finish N***as be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a ho Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, n***a? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point a finger, this sh*t can get dangerous These n***as hatin', these n***as plottin' Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' n***a, stop it In a shootout, your gun was droppin' You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard My n***as, they scammin', they swipin' them cards I am so high that I'm talkin' to stars I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars Don't mind my pimpin', b*t*h, don't sweat me Chopper got a kick, call that sh*t Jet Li Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe? Gon' get an F if a n***a try testin' me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas N***a tried me so you know I had to pop him So many bullets, it confused the doctor Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks F**k a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack' We don't smoke reggie, this sh*t called gas I'm sticked up like a blind man I'm super hot like a frying pan He say that he gon' take somethin' from me Ayy, just know, he lyin', man I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle Your b*t*h suckin' d**k like a Kool-Aid pickle Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple And if a n***a run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50 Brand new chopper got double-D t**ties N***a, don't play me, I don't get silly Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah Yeah, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah, ayy Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't nan' n***a hold me If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby (Yeah) And I'm with the sh*t, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, b*t*h (Yeah) Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah) (Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah) Keep all that, Tay, yeah (This sh*t straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut) Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' n***a, no cut) Yeah, yeah That N***a know you a B*t*h, a N***a get the f**k outta my way I don't want nobody here, Why you actin' like a N***a b*t*h Why you actin' like these n***as exist in my Muhf**kin' b*t*h N***a Better stop Movin' My b*t*h, Better Start Movin' it fast You Better start Movin' or get F**ked away You better get the F**k Away from me, Get yo a** Hoe 'own Lil' N***a Get yo a** down, I'm ol' menace I don't want nobody, Why you lyin' to me Why you lyin' to My Muhf**kin' Face, I'm the Real N***a that's it Better stop Lyin' Before you get yo a** shot and dead, b*t*h She like the way that I dance She like the way that I move She like the way that I rock She like the way that I woo And she let it clap for a n***a (She let it clap for a n***a) And she throw it back for a n***a (Yeah, she throw it back for a n***a) Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr
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