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(Getta Beats) You know I'm like a leprechaun for this sh*t He play with me money, he play with me bread House full of zombies, it's a walking dead This sh*t somethin' like Black Ops, I'm tryna get a kill I'm high as hell swervin', Jesus took the wheel In the Range Rover, got four or five chains on On my way to the lean man 'cause all the drank gone The only time I lie is to the judge, you n***as lie for nothin' b*t*h, we really thuggin', where I'm from, n***as die for nothin' I asked my young n***a why hе spinnin' in a Scatpack? He told me if them b*t*hеs get behind him, they ain't gon' catch that Wide body, n***a straight active, he a live wire Ain't never been no family guy, I f**k hoes like Quagmire Rich n***a, all the hoes f**ks with the shotta Rich b*t*h, she got her own money, she's a doctor She strapped too, if you play with her, she'll pop you I'm the bossman, I be eatin' lobster with the chopsticks I'm a cash getter, alley-oop my n***as, I'm a bag splitter I walk around beatin' on sh*t like my name Getta I'm in Houston at the Galleria with my main hitter People thinkin' I'm the dope man the way my chain glitter He play with me money, he play with me bread House full of zombies, it's a walking dead This sh*t somethin' like Black Ops, I'm tryna get a kill I'm high as hell swervin', Jesus took the wheel In the Range Rover, got four or five chains on On my way to the lean man 'cause all the drank gone The only time I lie is to the judge, you n***as lie for nothin' b*t*h, we really thuggin', where I'm from, n***as die for nothin' n***a spoke my name like I'ma ho you, we gon' see about it We catch you out, we up the score, n***a, don't worry 'bout it I don't give a f**k where we at, we gon' air it out Try not to hit women or the kids, that's all I care about Boy, you in deep, I'm talkin' deep, watch your whereabouts f**ked up world, 2020, n***as dyin' for clout n***as dyin' for likes, n***as dyin' for pictures n***as d**k suckin' other n***as, n***as act like b*t*hes I been sippin' lean all day, now my kidney hurt I keep havin' dreams 'bout Wockeisha, I'm gettin' sick of her My b*t*h hate her too, if it weren't for her, she'd have a bigger purse I know it ain't right, but goddamn, I had to put her first I've been goin' hard at this sh*t for a minute I've been sippin' lean for too long, I can't quit it Can't go too long without it, I start throwin' up and sh*ttin' I drunk so much Wock, I can smell it when I'm p*ssin' These n***as blew that PUA money, now they finished They got rich in the summer, they was broke before Christmas I get real direct deposits, me and you a lil' different I'm a grown-ass man, you can tell by how I'm livin' Yeah, n***a Bah-bah-bah-bah n***a, shots fired To all y'all b*t*h-ass n***as, man We rich for real, man, tah
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