Grrah, grrah
Fft-bee
Yeah, yeah
I-I been countin' cash, yeah
I-I've been thumbin' through
They tried to count me out, now they bitches comin' to me
I've been on my own, b' (KillDill, the fuck-)
Don't act like you know me
Pressure that I smoke, huh
Might just blow a O
I smoke loud, no OG
These niggas fake, they phony (Fft-bee)
I was like sixteen, I was throwin' up that B (Bee)
Nig-Nig-Nigga try me, he get hit with Glock-19 (Bah)
Choppa' hit him, erased, huh
Free all my slimes in the cage
Bad bitch, I'm finna fuck up her face
My bro ride 'round wit that Drac'
He dissing me, but can't show me no pape'
Mayday, mayday, mayday
I move like giant, you Safeway
Robbed the plug, he took a vacay' (Vaycay')
No, I ain't play it the safe way, bitch
I took a risk, nigga try to fake like he my mans
Whole time, he don't know, he gettin' dipped
Who-Whole time, uh, I'm fuckin' his bitch
"What's the time?", ho, look at my wrist
Keep callin' my phone, bitch, hold my dick (Dick)
Ice on my neck, can you look at the glist'? (Yeah)
Yeah, I been countin' cash, yeah
I-I've been thumbin' through
They tried to count me out, now they bitches comin' to me
I've been on my own, b'
Don't act like you know me
Pressure that I smoke
Might just blow a O
I smoke loud, no OG's
These niggas fake, they phony (Fft-bee)
I was like sixteen, I was throwin' up that B (B)
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
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