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Ayy, walk up in your trap and slap you like you is my son
Yeah, I been f*cking on yo bitch and on yo mom
I be talkin' all that shit up on the beat like it's for fun
They don't f*ck with us no more because' that choppa made em run Yeah
Ayy, you're not f*ckin' with the gang
Ayy, I be droppin' music, then I go right to the bank
Posted at the corner store them boys be sellin' dank
Yeah, tryna copy all my style, lil boy you know you can't
Yeah, I been poppin' all the X
Ayy, walk up in a function, and you know I start to flex
Yeah, lil' bitch tryna leave me, let her go wish her the best
Huh, put your trust in bitches, boy, you know they like the rest yeah
Yeah, boy, you know they like the rest
Ayy, she say she don't care, so I care about her less
But she badder than a hoe, cause she got them D-cup breast
And I really blow shit down, like a ref, I blow this tec
Ayy, I'ma really change the flow
I been tweakin', I been really feelin' low
I been tweakin', I been really paranoid
Don't make music, it's really gettin' annoying
Ayy, walk up in your trap and slap you like you is my son
Yeah, I been f*cking on yo bitch and on yo mom
I be talkin' all that shit up on the beat like it's for fun
They don't f*ck with us no more because' that choppa made em run Yeah
Ayy, you're not f*ckin' with the gang
Ayy, I be droppin' music, then I go right to the bank
Posted at the corner store them boys be sellin' dank
Yeah, tryna copy all my style, lil boy you know you can't