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a street n+++a won’t get nowhere?
i’m right here at the top, ain’t i?

slow ya roll—don’t beef with us
we cook a n+++a in the blink of an eye

cup+shakin’ ass na, the money tight, he ain’t gettin’ by
my bh mad ‘cause i won’t put down the pint—told her give it a try

i f++k all them bougie hoes
n++++s wouldn’t even attempt at

we cooked three n++++s in a row—
they couldn’t even “roger that.”

won’t tell you twice, don’t flex around me
i’ll make you gimme that

i fked that b+h best friend
i don’t even remеmber that

i wouldn’t even call that girl my friеnd—
‘cause we got benefits

ain’t no extras in the glock
i shoot ‘til that sh+t benedict
ain’t never think you’d f++k a goat?
i’m the equivalent

i ain’t mean to see y’all the same day—
it’s a coincidence

got d1 on her french tips
all my b+++hes got big lips

i got this shiny pole on me—
let’s see how fast this b+++h strip

hour ride with them bags on me
this sh+t feel like a business trip

old hunnids and 50s in one pile
it look like spinach dip

we got bricks of that drake maye
this sh+t look like my ashtray

i got more of these franklins than aretha—
boy, it ain’t no way

got a mini scale inside my pocket
i’m tryna see how much it weigh
might change my name to javale mcgee
i made a stupid play

thumbing up and fking a n+a hoe—
ain’t nothin’ changed ‘bout me

i can’t take no tough n+++a serious
ain’t catch no first degree

like dame, i told that girl bring a friend—
i’m ‘bout to hit the three

you got a man? then keep that to yourself
that don’t mean sh+t to me

bags came double+wrapped—
sh+t look like swirl bread

this b+h done lost her mind
she think i’m fkin’ her again

she said, “boy, you know you wrong—
how you gon’ f++k me and my friend?”

i got bald heads in this 9 mil—
like gerald henderson

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