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(I'ma do it like that, YB) I'ma do it like this (Damn, MyBaad) Ayy, brand-new load in (Hollo), b*t*h, watch 'em get it gone (Ayy, Hollo, turn me up) B*t*h, I'm a real trapper, f**k n***a, ayy, what you want? (What you need?) Ain't tryna kick you, f**k n***a, ain't tryna do a song Ready for war b*t*h, my money long (Uh, my money long) I'm a big Blood like HoneyKomb (Blatt, blatt) We got what you need, uh, pills, packs and lean (Packs and lean) Yeah, I like how she act on the beam (Thot) Uh, she say she attracted to me (Come on) She don't know that she traffickin' Ps (Uh-uh) Uh, why you think that I paid for your lease? I'm not tryna talk, keep it brief Um, my b*t*h got them bags in her brief Yeah, we hop out on spark when it's beef (Boom, boom, boom) I make a ho fly with them Ps F**k her once, give her back to the streets (Fool) We the ones puttin' n***as on tees (B*t*h, come here) Uh, y'all the ones callin' police We still coppin' cars without the keys (C8) Uh, I finesse her for that mouth and then I gotta leave (B*t*h) I gotta go back to the trap, I got 'bows to sell B*t*h, my trap do numbers, I got clientele (B*t*h, I got clientele) Uh-huh (Came outta there), can't you tell? Soon as they land, we get 'em outta there (Gone) Uh, uh, get a b*t*h Perc' d**k, she tryna knock the yell (Uh, uh, uh) That fame ain't change sh*t, we havin' guns and bales (We havin' guns and bales) We'll turn up a f**k n***a block, b*t*h, we got tons of shells (We got tons of fire) And I done took a hundred losses f**kin' with the mail (A hundred Ls) Now I just put a b*t*h on a flight, I pray she make it there (I pray she make it there) Uh, uh, she put that pu**y on me and told me, "Take a care" (She told me, "Take a care") Made me turn my Glock to fully, we ain't playin' fair (We ain't playin' fair) Uh, place your order, we can get a bundle here, a bundle there (What you want?) Super freak, shorty eat the meat right through my underwear I'm super geeked, I'm sippin' all this syrup, I just threw back a tab (Geeked) I'm super slimy, had to buck the plug, I'm like, "F**k a tab" (F**k you thought? Blatt, blatt) We still play snatch and grab, f**k n***a, don't even reach for that (That n***a bold) I up with the pole and make him dab My lil' n***a tweakin', he want a hat (Get down) I ain't finna beef in no chat (Uh-uh), we'll be on your street, knock B in the back (Let's go) Can't go back and forth with these rappin' n***as 'cause I'm really in the trap (Swear) Uh, uh, ain't finna drop no track, lil' n***a, I really get 'em whacked (Like I did, shh) Uh, I'ma put fire on a opp n***a before I put this sh*t on wax Uh, uh, every n***a with me got fire on 'em, hoppin' out, they screamin', "Blatt" (Blatt) Every b*t*h with me got the suitcase, I already sent the pack On God, blatt
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