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[intro]
(hitman beatz)

[verse]
i was ’bout to hit a ho i used to hump on, no cap
’til i seen her on the ‘gram kissin’ on her man
i can’t f_ck with her because i heard he was a f_g
you can’t f_ck with me ’cause you don’t never get no bands, now listen
no funny sh_t, huh
i’d pull up on they block with a hundred clips, huh
prayin’ to my guy, i’m in love with living
i say peace to the guys ’til i’m done and finished, huh, now listen
a, b, c, d, e, f, i’m a g
h, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, move the p’s
q, r, s, t, bright lights, no ub
winnin’ on my exes, that’s why i need z’s (listen)
one, two, three, four, big 5
seven, eight, nine, ten, i’d never switch sides
uh, you don’t get no money, huh, i got the big kind
huh, yeah, racks on racks, i’m a rich guy
huh, bullets in the trackhawk, same size as a faygo
drop an opp, soon as him get high, he a potato
in the kitchen whippin’ over the stove, apr_n and ladle
catch a n_gga fresh as h_ll, i get blood on his labels, now listen
have my— big blood at my label
huh, sada know a n_gga keep on wildin’ with that paper
while i’m stylin’, i just might up me a rifle on a hater
i can’t lie, i got the rights to f_ck a bad b_tch on the table
i can’t lie, i got the ice to make a bad b_tch wanna date me
i can’t lie, i got the lights to make a bad b_tch relocate
i can’t lie, i’m the type to make a bad b_tch go brazy, now listen
i’m the goat, she gon’ give me all her throat
pull up in foreigns that i bought off dope, make her drive the boat
cuz trippin’ with the extra chicken, he gon’ send a loc’
blood trippin’ with the extra women, pimpin’ on the road, listen
westly snipes, got a blade for a b_tch
huh, play it how you want to, i got game for a b_tch
send her home, i’d game for a b_tch
get to actin’ like you goofy, i make gang throw a fit
tell them n_ggas set up shop and bust the bricks open
huh, i ain’t f_ckin’ with your plug, i hit a l!ck on it
huh, tell his ass to watch his temper, i got stick on me
quan johnson came with freaky man, he ain’t rich homie, listen
like i said, i’m some motherf_ckin’ rich guy, huh
gave the glizzy red bull and made the bl!ck fly, sh_t
huh, get him deep fried
huh, put some grease on his head by the street sign
where your people at?
huh, got the word for they heads, i be preachin’ that
put a bird on they ass, make the wings detach
hit the birds on they ass like where you sleepin’ at, huh
then swerve
og tall as h_ll like we sittin’ on tinker
in the field kickin’ sh_t like soccer with no shin guard
whole zip, huh, ready for sale, it’s been hard
huh, top side, serve a split lopside
trap trappin’ outside, put his big homie on the pound sign
order up, another fifty ‘bows on my downtime
beggin’_ass hoes in the club the only downside, huh
to this turnt sh_t, watch who you work with
these n_ggas be workin’, huh, i’m for certain he snitchin’
these b_tches worthless, i be hurtin’ they feelings
that young n_gga from that way way who earned him some millions, huh, dooh

- sada baby

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