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[intro]
10 cellphones but i don’t like to text
you ain’t talking ’bout bread then i just might flex
i drip when i walk got me feeling like dex
that b~tch like my swag, she wanna have s~x
she suckin’ my d~ck, i nut on her chest
designer garments no i don’t wear no guess

f~ck wrong with these n~ggas bruh
these n~ggas crazy as h~ll

[hook]
these lame ass n~ggas be cap rappin’
ion think n0body wanna hear that sh~t
made a song about some sh~t that didn’t even happen
yeen bussin’ no juggs, yeen totin’ no sticks
i’m the typa n~gga just get outta jail, and don’t even say sh~t
as soon as i pay my bail i hit thе block with my glock 26

[verse 1]
f~ck the blue checks i’m just tryna gеt rich
you be sitting on your ass or you crying like a b~tch
rap n~ggas on my line keep tryna buy sticks
ole rappin’ ass n~gga, i know you ain’t ’bout sh~t
walked in the strip club all the hoes got lit
they see we be gettin’ money so they all on d~ck
helmut lang jacket on me, you can’t copy the drip
got the prada off, know that i spent about six
10 cellphones but i don’t like to text
you ain’t talking ’bout bread then i just might flex
i drip when i walk got me feeling like dex
that b~tch like my swag, she wanna have s~x
she suckin’ my d~ck, i nut on her chest
designer garments no i don’t wear no guess
facin’ backwoods, like i’m stressed
i’m paranoid, hit the block with a vest
[hook]
these lame ass n~ggas be cap rappin’
ion think n0body wanna hear that sh~t
made a song about some sh~t that didn’t even happen
yeen bussin’ no juggs, yeen totin’ no sticks
i’m the typa n~gga just get outta jail, and don’t even say sh~t
as soon as i pay my bail i hit the block with my glock 26

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