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Vodka straight up out the bottles

They be like, "No way, he didn't!"

(ooh, No way no he didn't!)

I can't go back home with no apologizes

You know how riders be, I'm out here wildin'

They be like, "he didn't!"

(oooh, No way no he didn't!)

I'm Making mission, look how they get offended

(No way, No he didn't)

A 150 flying down the henday

(No way no he didn't)

They hated Jesus look how he still ascended

(No way no he didn't)

The shit you started look how I'm finna end it

(no way no he didn't)

No way..

[Verse 1:]

There's a whole Lotta changes Since I been back in the city

My brand recognition has risen, I got some decisions to make

I got some more pictures to take, I got more visions to create

I'm out here moving at ridiculous paces

Aiming at the middle of your faces

Faster than a speeding bullet

My writing hand is filled wit bullets

My writing pen I feed it bullets

So every line you feel the bullets

I'm a bad modasocka, Tryna get a million dollas

Yo bitch is in here flying saucers

I gave her haze and told her rollup

Everything else was bonus

She was licking the staff and the gonads

She was lipsincing verses and chorus's

Asked to play some more Rush, told her go nuts

I been Killin on a whole nother level, 360 degrees

I been sinning to a whole nother devil, all just to get me some cheese

All off the strength of this heat

All my nigggaz they banking on me

I got niggas who'll bang it for me

They was there when I barely could eat

I got leftover lean in my fridge like you got leftover liquor

I got leftover roaches in my ashtray and a leftover swisher

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[Verse:2]

I fell asleep to Alan watts

Then I woke up feeling like a boss

I dun woken up my inner gods

I should open up a synagogue

I should open up a church maybe, even open up a mosque

You just need to hear my verse Baby, say you heard it from the Lord

I'm a hustler check the footage , I don't know how else to put it

I don't know how long I've had a foot in

Now I'm bout to juug the other foot in

Kicking doors down, plenty more crowns, plenty go around

Let 'em copy I got plenty more styles

Didn't think I'd see this many more smiles

Miles (x5) I'm a hundred miles and running Let em doubt

Doubt (x5), I'm the one they should be worryin' about

Bout, bout, bow! bow! bow!

Nother man down , Gotta stand ground

Kicking flav' in front so many fans now

South, south, SOUTHSIDE I chant out

All off the strength of this heat

All my nigggaz they banking on me

I got niggas who'll bang it for me

They was there when I barely could eat

I got leftover lean in my fridge like you got leftover liquor

I got left over roaches in my ashtray and a leftover swisher

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