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HIM (Remix)
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Hit a b***on, Morty, give me a beat Oh, man, okay, alright, um RaeSam on the beat Run up a milli' then hop out the cut with the 'Vert They hit my line for the work, sticks like the Navy On top of these n***as live gravy Gave them the route like I'm Brady She think I'm a cheater, she think I f**k with a eater Cut that ho off, I don't need her Run up that money for D Then I split with my team and I promise I ain't here for the fame I put a Rollie on n***as who never had money Thеy only gon' bang for the gang They told me Jaywall you rapping, you capping You madе it and came back and act like you changed Maybe I changed 'cause they never believed in dreams And the things that I set to achieve We never having the money on Christmas I told my lil' brother we got to believe How I'ma sleep when they fighting with bullets? They killing the rested a stepper Lil Steve His momma she worried, he all in the streets with that work After church he went straight to the G Jeans on me, 'Miri, Glock on me holding a thirty Creep on that n***a, we sent a few hoes, they my birdies They keep me in the rotation They let me know where the money and jewelry located And now I'm stepping, I only hang around steppers If you got a problem, I'ma address it, no, I'm not pressing I'm in the coupe 2021, racks in the seat, this a blessing 2011, every sunday used to go to church for my grandma Fell asleep on the reverend I worth a ticket, ain't talking lottery Close my eyes and I see seven-seven-seven They know we never on broke sh*t, opps on some ho sh*t Your man in the 'Wood, we smoking I gotta cut from the [pershing?] Glock on my hip, I advise you don't cause no commotions He only tweak off the drugs I got a n***a who don't even smoke, he just blow sh*t You put on drip just to post it I put on drip everytime I wake up in the morning Creep around the cut, let me tip toe Glock through the window, two-three came with a extendo I still be f**king around with the choppa I got racks on my pockets, like "Bro, where you get them?" Play games on a b*t*h, no Nintendo I'ma f**k, can't make her my b*t*h though I know b*t*hes be f**king with opps So know if we link up, I'ma f**k with my pistol Ain't talking murder, we leave a n***a unheard of He on the back of the milk, we leaving shells like a turtle Did a 110, I taught my shooter to hurdle Hop out the Burban, security clutching the pole He got a license to lay down a n***a Who think that it's funny and act like a joke I kinda see why you really don't like me You think that you icy, I'm melting you down I got your manager all in my DM Like I'm on a pedestal, you on the ground I got your momma, she clapping for me Like she knew all the words to my song like a vow I know I'm making her proud She said to be everything that you said you going be You steady letting her down I'm really sorry for taking the shine that you needed I guess you can say I'm conceded Hopped on the track then I upload straight to the G Got b*t*hes recording the screen BTO, get racks, we bought out half of the club Just so the women can enter the building And we say the Henny is covered on us
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