| Flip my calendar |
| Way, way back, tryna find me a day one |
| If you gotta ask, then you ain't one |
| You ain't gotta bag? Better make one |
| Nigga with a mask, gon' take one |
| Real shooters shoot first like Tayone |
| Niggas try to steal my sauce every day |
| It's a lot, there's steak on your A1 |
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| (Huh) Should've never pawned your Glock |
| You was moving like a pawn, your spot getting swarmed out |
| Redhead, lil ho got real head |
| Tried to call her Jean Grey, and she Stormed out |
| Balling like a free safety, I'm zoned out |
| I was playing Green Day in the dope house |
| Five-man, and you know I brought the ho's out |
| And they ready to drop it like a rollout |
| If she goin', we can hangout |
| If she ain't goin', we can hangout |
| I don't fuck everything in my face anyway |
| They can twist anything that you say now |
| Yeah, felt my clip when she put her hip in my hip |
| My fault, babe |
| All black, tryna talk to an alt bae |
| Make her tilt her head back like Salt Bae |
| Niggas try to throw salt, don't got taste |
| Heard what you had to say, took one grain |
| It was mundane, can you try and not hate me for once, dang |
| We on the wrong page |
| (Let me) |
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| Flip my calendar |
| Way, way back, tryna find me a day one |
| If you gotta ask, then you ain't one |
| You ain't gotta bag? Better make one |
| Nigga with a mask, gon' take one |
| Real shooters shoot first like Tayone |
| Niggas try to steal my sauce every day |
| It's a lot, there's steak on your A1 |
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| Yeah, I don't let snake shit slip |
| The result, I done lost a few friendships |
| Deep down, really knew you'd flip shit |
| I been waiting on the queue like bishop |
| I ain't really in the mood to admit shit |
| I was tryna move in dimensions |
| Few could envision hues and the pigments |
| Rules gettin' bent in the pew |
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| I'm true with the fiction |
| 'Lotta niggas wish they could do what I do, but I do it with truth |
| That's the difference |
| Got a few screws that be loose, she could twist 'em |
| Take her through the roof like a twister, okay |
| Trust fucked up, but it's okay |
| Lost my mind, my ho, my bro |
| My whole side of town, but it's okay |
| Got a feeling that I'ma see more days (Like the old days) |
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| Flip my calendar |
| Way, way back, tryna find me a day one |
| If you gotta ask, then you ain't one |
| You ain't gotta bag? Better make one |
| Nigga with a mask, gon' take one |
| Real shooters shoot first like Tayone |
| Niggas try to steal my sauce every day |
| It's a lot, there's steak on your A1 |
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