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(Helluva made this beat, baby) I got a hundred on this b*t*h, I don't miss often, for real Back to back 'Cats, I don't miss walkin' Come get your b*t*h off me, I'm known for sh*t talkin' I'm known for script bustin' Ain't no iffy, yeah, that b*t*h f**kin' Get money, ayy, that's all I ever knew You got a dollar on that b*t*h, you better shoot (You got a dollar on that b*t*h, you better shoot) Ayy Thousand grams in the pot, thousand beans down the way Thousand-gram Cuban on my neck, 'Dweller, f**k a Patek And your b*t*h, she gon' f**k for a check When you say it, say my name with some f**kin' respect All these losses I done took, I appreciate the wins When your car cost two hundred, you appreciate the Benz Had a threesome with my b*t*h, I appreciate her friends Cooper Street to my hood, we gon' keep it in the fam, n***a Gettin' chicken, I ain't never been a ham, n***a Got it out the mud, I ain't never did a scam, n***a R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers, free the fam, n***a Shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n***a Ayy, shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams, n***a I'm the man in here, residue on all the pans in here Sh*t get ran in here, b*t*h, I done blew a hundred bands this year Ain't no cappin', if I get f**ked up, b*t*h, it ain't no rappin' It's all action, if we gon' do it, do it with a pa**ion We ain't just rappin', we state the facts like we dispatchin' These n***as d**k suckin', they ridin' waves like a crew captain N***as lost they way 'cause within months, we done blew past 'em Put these n***as on they back, get these boys a coffin They ain't got no money, have 'em take it out the church offering Left a hole in the n***a head like a sea dolphin Every n***a in my team want bodies like an auction Yeah, Glock 40, homie, I do no talking Ten bands on your head, have my bro off you Yeah, ayy, I only f**k with real n***as 6 Mile, East Warren, I'm with real hitters Yeah, clout chasing, n***a, get your b*t*h f**ked On my way to Western U to get my d**k sucked B*t*h head so weak, can't get my d**k up Yeah, I don't want your b*t*h, come pick your b*t*h up B*t*h d**k suckin' Heard I shoot trips and swipe hair for b*t*hes Play with toys, rap, and get 'bows in, merry Christmas N***as know who to play with, ain't gotta tell these n***as Hanging out the window, get to blowing like an air conditioner F**k it, hop out with that ratchet like the man on Cheaters All these ratchets, all these punches, feel like Jerry Springer Can't name one b*t*h I can't f**k Slow down, baby girl, when you suck it, ain't no rush B*t*h say she got a n***a, she look single through these buffs Did a [?][2:06] on that n***a, that sh*t really came in clutch 'Bout to pull up, rock a n***a's sh*t like he stuck If it ain't 'bout no money, n***a, shut the f**k up, n***a A thousand beans in her pu**y, have your b*t*h stuffed Thirty racks on this Rollie, this b*t*h lit up A n***a reach for this b*t*h, get his sh*t crushed Twenty bottles on the way, light this b*t*h up A n***a speakin' on my name, got his b*t*h f**ked I got some 6 Mile hoes, get your b*t*h jumped If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up (If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up) (If it ain't 'bout no money, n***a shut the f**k up, n***a) (Shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n***a) (If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up) (Ayy, shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams, n***a) (If it ain't 'bout no money, n***a, shut the f**k up, n***a) (N***a, shut the f**k up if you ain't got a hundred bands, n***a) (If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money, shut the f**k up) (Ayy, shut the f**k up if you can't move a hundred grams, n***a)
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