I'm on some ??? shit
Clear my throat and shit
This my flu game
Y'all got me fucked up
Fuck it
Aye you ain't gotta send no message, check no reference, bitch I'm realer
Hit my phone up, press decline, tryna book me, hit his line
I'm well respected, hang with shooters
Nasty bitch, give brain like tutors
Head go dumb, I'm talking reckless
Put lil 23 on my necklace
Lazy flow, lazy bitch
Mad bread, she crazy rich
Ain't no drop tops, tinted up
I need big Bs, Bentley trucks
I need Ms on top of more
I need marble, heated floors
I need butlers, uncle Phil
Need more figures with that deal
Don't compare me to no bitch, I'm in my lane, I ain't got swerve
Send no slurs, cause if I said it, I'm gon stand on every word
Let's play big bank with your niggas
I like me against your clique
I can't fuck with no rap niggas
They too busy riding dick
Aye lets count money
Google telling y'all, I'm worth like half a mil
Suck my dick, I ran through 5, like right before I fixed my grill (Cheese!)
You can book me in your city, open up, you know the drill
I turn 2 to 4 like magic, bitch I'm David Copperfield
Ain't no vouchs or no fillers
Don't need no makeup, or no filters
Got his Jpay, sent some bread
Free my people, he went FED
You can't talk shit on the net
And get round me act like you scared
How you smoking opps on Tuesday
Tuesday night, they say you dead
They like she raw, she next to blow
Tell me some shit I ain't know
On a list of real niggas, you gon be right next to hoes
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