M44d Video (MV)

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Lucifer in my ear, ya know?
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From the ground up
Whatchu doin?
Get your pounds up
You ain't around us
With the frown f*ck your style up
In the 4 mane
In the 4 we takin gold chains
It aint no thang
Slow your roll
This ain't cocain
Why you spazz out?
Look at us we throw our cash out
We on the map now
All of us saucing on beats that we cash out
Pullin the bads, ouu
Drinkin' it down and you know I don't pass out
F*ck up the bag, how?
Flippin and dippin the 12 we don't crash out

I don't follow in suit everyday
All of my homies be getting their pay
If you is with me I'm getting my way
Cause I don't be f*ckin on bitches who lame
Stay in your lane
I wanna cop me a subie, aye
Throwing it back she a groupie, aye
She wanna do me no movie, aye
She wanna do it to Gucci, aye

F*ck your mom, f*ck your daddy
F*ck your grandma and your pappy
I've been stackin, ain't been lackin
When I blow I hope you ready
I'm gone reach my goals, yeah
I be on state road, yeah
Ya'll be on lame hoes, yeah
I be on bankroll, hah
Ya'll be off that slow, but
I don't need no passes
On the floor my mattress
Still I got a bad bitch
When I smoke no matchin
And I preach like pastors
But I'm not even close to god
Bitch I be close to phantoms
I'm taking shots no camera
They sayin that they can't stand us
Same shirt on for 3 days but my pockets full of the dead ones
If I said it I did it
My brother put civics in ditches
I'm f*ckin a bitch and she finished
I get it, I get it, I'm spittin and winnin
And whippin and flippin the digits you broke bitch

You can talk all that shit
But don't get it twisted
Audi is dead
Shots at your crib
I'll send it
Probably best
If you put on a vest
I'm deadass
Take off the mask
Put a hole in your head
That's headrest

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