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Uh, if boy'dem pull up, know I'm cutting first

I was upset when bro got first blood 'cause I tried cuttin' first

This white girl more than average, make my number jerk

These dotty pellets spread, that's worse than a fuckin' germ

Erm, what's gonna help me live my bestest life?

Money up, bestest times

Them times, bro was still alive

I know he's gone, but he's still that guy

I've seen man get shot and stabbed, never left me traumatizеd

Real niggas turnin' fake left mе more surprised

I'll air out man for Jung, he'll do the same for me, I love that guy

Bando settings with some digi' scales and number nine

If we put our phone on flight mode, we'll be done by nine

Music pays, it's kind of aight

I still want a shot of Miley Cy'

Huh, got Miley Cyrus, opp shots know my name

Not my real one, if they did, I prob' would've caught a case

I'm the hood's hottest topic, might end up on Hall Of Fame

Can't get my shank mixed up with bro's, me and him don't bore the same

I'm way too fly, even when I don't pack my bags, I'm board the plane

Dip game nine, don't believe me? Go ask what's his face

CCTV don't mean shit if you mask up properly, ayy

That's cap, got members with me put you in check if you don't move properly, ayy

I got a savage with me, turn shit ugly like some morning face

Big homie aim for chest and up, no feet like Tory Lanez

A paigon estate just got taped, no cap, I'm all to blame

Got haters 'round me, the more I better myself, the more they hate

No paigon ho can't look in my direction, walk my way

No opp boy cancelled plans that vid' still got recorded, ayy

Streets is fake, rap game worse, I don't even wanna participate

Me and Kodak Black alike, I don't even rap, I illustrate

Have you ever rode on the opps?

Scared face showin', "Please, don't shoot me"

I ain't taking check, better check your tone when you're chatting to me

Scrolling through Instagram, this one's the baddest cutie

But, if she ain't got more than ten put down, she can't be bad and bougie

Got TT cats, don't screw me

Can't say the same 'cause your ting meady

I made more money in jail than your boyfriend made on road, I ain't tryna be cheeky

Too much cats, I ain't tryna be greedy

Too much waps, I ain't tryna be swinging arms

Baby mum, don't leave me, so, scoring points is easy for me

Sometimes I wonder how much the yutes I beef wanna be me

All these bad bitches wanna beat me

Snakes dressed up as friends, wanna pree me

No cappin' man, believe me

Grew up in stolen cars

When we go on glides, we turn the headlights off so they know wagwan

Wagwan