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[intro]
yeah, ayy, huh

[chorus]
yeah, we get high, we get—
huh, yeah, put up a fight with a chap like me
i don’t got hands for a biting ass n+gga that’s still tryna rap like me
b+tch running her mouth like yeezy, i thought i had signed for peace
shorty ain’t going for none of my games, she say you can’t clap my cheeks
i wasn’t ready for that
[verse]
d+mn, should’ve been ready for that, huh
and i’m top line off the brookies
couple weak b+tches wanna cook me
letting hype die for my snippet
when it’s drop time, i’m a p+ssy (yeah, okay, ayy)
and i don’t give a d+mn what the white man say ’cause if god will, i might without ’em
that young buck counting up bucks, so i can’t get blue like chowder
wait, i meant blue like pops
underground star, i’m new on pops
i’m really a scared ass n+gga, i’ll hire somebody to handle the opps

[chorus]
yeah, uh, put up a fight with a chap like me
i don’t got hands for a biting ass n+gga that’s still tryna rap like me
b+tch running her mouth like yeezy, i thought i had— (uh, ayy)
hmm, we get high, we get—
ayy, look, put up a fight with a chap like me
i don’t got hands for a biting ass n+gga that’s still tryna rap like me
b+tch running her mouth like yeezy, i thought i had signed for peace
shorty ain’t going for none of my games, she say you can’t clap my cheeks
i wasn’t ready for— (yeah, okay, hmm, b+tch)



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