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[intro]
(fts fts fts n+gga fraud to survive
gotta do what you gotta do to improvise n+gga)

[chorus]
i don’t talk, n+gga, i just like to do sh+t
fast ass n+gga too sneaky, they know that i’m too quick
talk bout the work, i be grinding, you know i f+ckin’ move it (move that sh+t) i’m on the come up, not too long till they stop wonderin’ who this (not to long)

[verse]
that five+seven+seven hit you, that sh+t hard as a moose kick (d+mn)
and them hollow tips way sharper than a f+ckin’ toothpick
and b+tch, you better swallow my cum, don’t spit it out like a toothpick
and if i go on a drill, goin’ with jio and, shh, those my two picks i got the heart of a lion, b+tch, you know i’m ruthless
and if you not sliding, or providing, then n+gga, you is useless (you useless) and b+tch, if you don’t wanna f+ck, don’t lie to me, don’t make excuses (don’t lie hoe) belt to ass, to four baby’s spanked all thе quadruplets never talk on thе phone, don’t know if that sh+t tapped (i don’t know if that sh+t tapped) stupid ass n+gga, we got the lo through your snap map
and i know brandon still mad that i took his black cats (that n+gga mad) brandon will set you up with the cops, n+gga, that’s a rat trap
f+ck a srt, n+gga, you know i want a scatpack (n+gga f+ck a srt)
i done did so much fraud, i done burned my cash app (that sh+t burnt) the bowls come in through the mail, what’s the number? gon’ track that
that last n+gga disappeared, still wonderin’ where his ass at (sh+t i dont know) i ain’t never need no one, do sh+t by my doley (by myself n+gga) and this not my v, n+gga, this sh+t called a f+ckin’ stoley
and i feel like ayo and teo, i just want a rollie (give me that) and this b+tch just love to ride d+ck like she ridin’ a pony n+gga, got eat through a tube, cause he got hit in his colon (d+mn) early bird gets the worm, make plays in the mornin my phone ring, and it ain’t about money, then n+gga, i’m gon’ ignore it (ignore that sh+t)
adrenaline boost, give me the percs, and i’m gon’ f+ckin’ snort it f+ck designer, n+gga, rather wear a tech (nike tech)
we put belt to ass, n+gga, we put foot on neck
instead of cards, i got chops laid out on my deck (straight chops)
i poured a four, in a two, straight high tech (straight tech n+gga) cash me out for them hits, you know i place my bet (i placed my sh+t)
b+tch, a turn off my d+ck, can’t even get erect (dumbass)
last n+gga tried some stupid sh+t, and his ass got swept
7.62’s crease, n+ggas not even crep can protect (not even crept) the light could be red, and yo hoe still goin and i play with that white sh+t, even when it ain’t snowin i got a striker, n+gga, you woulda thought i was bowlin f+ck his b+tch, kept it on the low, n+gga, he ain’t knowin (he ain’t know sh+t) rest in p+ss, n+gga, no, you won’t be missed i got a kriss vector with an extended clip
and all i know is ball hog the f+ck an assist (i’m a greedy n+gga)
and my sh+t, shinin, b+tch just look down at my wrist (look at my sh+t) these n+ggas keep cl!ckin’ up, we gon’ get more bs (bodies)
b+tch wanna have a threesome, you know that’s more for me (that sh+t turnt) i don’t even wanna f+ck, b+tch, drop down to your knees (drop) these n+ggas ain’t gangsta, they out here coppin’ pleas (these n+ggas not gangsta)
[chorus]
i don’t talk, n+gga, i just like to do sh+t (i just do sh+t)
fast ass n+gga too sneaky, they know that i’m too quick (im too quick) talk bout the work, i be grinding, you know i f+ckin’ move it (move that sh+t) i’m on the come up, not too long till they stop wonderin’ who this (not to long n+gga)

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