| I'm puffin' on terps, this out the oven |
| I'm trappin' you niggas is clubbing |
| My turkey bag filled up with mufflers |
| My car is a gas guzzler |
| I hand off a bag to a customer |
| Sorry lil' bae, I ain't love you |
| Sorry lil' bae, I ain't trust you |
| The bank keep change security measures, damn I gotta adapt |
| My phone is acting funny today, damn it might be tapped |
| I passed the bitch the blunt I was smoking, her lungs had nearly collapsed |
| I cut her off, no I'm not sorry, cause she had got too attached |
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| I had a dream, my bitch was cheatin' I broke up with her on the spot |
| My plug was playing he tried to short me, I robbed him right on the spot |
| Ain't putting my faith in no human, I'm putting my faith in this Glock |
| Since niggas is nosy, I'ma go up and give a nigga something to watch |
| My guns is real, but I be telling the police these is props |
| I told the label I need 10 mil I got a few moms and pops |
| Niggas just sittin' around watching IG, they lazy, they some slobs |
| We pullin' up back to back drops |
| We climbin' our way to the top |
| I'm looking up socials, gettin' real freaky with numbers there go a file |
| She bad as hell, I cannot pull out of her, I gave her a child |
| He anxious, he want some za from me, I pulled up and sold him a pound |
| My youngins hurtin' I gave em a drop, they pulled up and laid him down |
| I'm wipin' out ATM's for every dollar they can dispense |
| It's me against the world, damn I feel like 50 Cent |
| These niggas talkin' too much, but they account ain't havin' a drop |
| I'm Space X with this schemin' shit, I'm runnin' through unions to a box |
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| I'm puffin' on terps, this out the oven |
| I'm trappin' you niggas is clubbing |
| My turkey bag filled up with mufflers |
| My car is a gas guzzler |
| I hand off a bag to a customer |
| Sorry lil' bae, I ain't love you |
| Sorry lil' bae, I ain't trust you |
| The bank keep change security measures, damn I gotta adapt |
| My phone is acting funny today, damn it might be tapped |
| I passed the bitch the blunt I was smoking, her lungs had nearly collapsed |
| I cut her off, no I'm not sorry, cause she had got too attached |
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