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Bitch you left me with a broken heart
I was breakin’ down bad on my birthday
I done seen all the fake in the worst way
And my brother cross me in the worst way
And it’s easy to say, “I was stupid all along”
How the fuck you gon’ break? Lil’ nigga I had to be strong
Don’t want no question ‘bout my life, I gotta be real, I’m not doing a song with them niggas
Them niggas don’t hang with real killers
And you know that I’m unforgiving
And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah
Big ol’ 30, gon’ knock his face, I’m shootin’ them black gats, yeah
All them, niggas they cappin’, they stretchin’ the cap, they be strechin’ the fitted, I call ‘em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talking ‘bout a BM, the fuck you gon’ do? You ain’t clappin’ nobody
I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I’m the plug, I be swaggin’ all over the Mazzi’
Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin’
Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that’s RIP
They gon’ have to go some new white tees

And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city, lil’ bitch, go ‘head, try to kill me
I’ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)
I’ma let you know, you dying with me
Because, bitch I be that baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
Bitch we shootin’ ain’t no problem
Lil’ bro want that, he know I got him
Thirty deep up, in your place
Fifty deep, if you want rake
Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
I’ma fuck on your treesh and then count on my cake
Let ‘em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane
When they talking that shit, all up down on your name
What the fuck you wan’ know me? You just know my name
I’ma beat that lil’ bih like a batting rink
What the fuck they be talking? They cappin’ it
Got a 30 extended, I’m dragging it
All the lies that they told me, imagine ‘em
I just rolled me a blunt, I ain’t passin’ it
All of my jeans, I’m ashin’ it
And none of these Glocks average
Put faith to my brother, he blessed in it

I done made it out, on some rapping shit
Still in the hood, on some savage shit
My new bitch only eat salmon
She somewhere watchin’ calories
Probably somewhere fuckin’ in Cali
I used to post up in the alley
I ain’t do all the talkin’, don’t at me
I pull up if you send an addy
When I hit it, she call me daddy
Big dawg, don’t do no braggin
All the drip, let’s talk ‘bout fashion
Hard work let’s talk ‘bout passion
Tot this heat like a dragon
Plenty hoes, like a passion
This 40 automatic, I hop in then I dash in it
Let’s skrt, put her on a perc
I heard her say she hurts
Now that should work, you don’t need a nurse
Call me if it get worse
Her pussy wet, I’m finna surf
Bitch I’m a hot boy, like I’m Turk
Signed to the streets like I’m Durk
Stop hatin’, nigga get you a verse
All this snitchin’ probably get you hurt
All the dissin’ probably get you a shirt

And if I said it then I meant, I’m not twistin’ up my words
I’m probably posted in the middle of street, holdin’ the walls
Like fuck the world, fuck my old girl and bitch fuck what you heard
And come around with the rider now you just might get served
Put my trust in niggas word and got everything I deserved
I’ma fuck on your treesh and then count on my cake
Let ‘em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane
When they talking that shit, all up down on your name
What the fuck you wan’ know me? You just know my name
I’ma beat that lil’ bih like a batting rink
What the fuck they be talking? They cappin’ it
Got a 30 extended, I’m dragging it
All the lies that they told me, imagine ‘em
I moved out the X, like 3 years ago
New city, with some spanish hoes
Say they jack me now, they ain’t did before
I was busy selling glass, I ain’t give a fuck
Run it up, a nigga got a load
I ain’t really go to high school
I was trippin’ off, boy my momma know
Fuck they talking ‘bout, I ain’t really from the A
Shut your fucking mouth, how you really do me dirty?
But then get tight when I don’t jack niggas
Bitch I’m from the BX, I might go to PA for a week and flip another pack
I don’t chill with nobody, don’t know how to act
I got bitches on molly, sippin on that yak
They be telling me “Baby boy, keep your head”
I be telling ‘em “Bitch I’m always with that lead
All them, niggas they cappin’, they stretchin’ the cap, they be strechin’ the fitted, I call ‘em Yo Gotti

All in my DM talking ‘bout a BM, the fuck you gon’ do? You ain’t clappin’ nobody
I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I’m the plug, I be swaggin’ all over the Mazzi’
Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin’
Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that’s RIP
They gon’ have to go some new white tees
And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city, lil’ bitch, go ‘head, try to kill me
I’ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)
I’ma let you know, you dying with me
Because, bitch I be that baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
Bitch we shootin’ ain’t no problem
Lil’ bro want that, he know I got him
Thirty deep up, in your place
Fifty deep, if you want rake
Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
All them, niggas they cappin’, they stretchin’ the cap, they be strechin’ the fitted, I call ‘em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talking ‘bout a BM, the fuck you gon’ do? You ain’t clappin’ nobody
I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I’m the plug, I be swaggin’ all over the Mazzi’
Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin’
If you get it fucked up that’s RIP
And she feel safer around me