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Yeah, bitch, I'm rocking Prada. And my brodie's smoking marijuana. It's your life, you can do what you wanna. Never buying shit on sale, put the cost up. Smoking dope, smoking dope just like a Rasta. My boy Marlon off the drugs, he's a narca. Yeah, they ask me what I want and I'm Like, "Nada." Yeah, my nigga Ricky sipping water. I can't post up, running from the coppers. Look up and all I see is helicopters. Oh, you like my music? Oh yeah, it's an honor. Oh, he wanna talk down so he's a goner. All these niggas look up to me just like I'm Allah. Man, who calling me? Who's the caller? All y'all niggas be my pet where I call Up. You know I'm a baller. Why everyone wanna ball less? Oh, oh-oh. How you believe in something you don't know? Yeah, that's fate. Yeah, yeah, little bitch girl, give me face. And I'm with my, and I'm with my nigga Clay. And I could do this shit all day. Yeah, boy, watch what you fucking say. Yeah, I know my vocals louder than the beat. And I, I know I'm rapping off beat. But I don't give a fuck, can't you see? Wanna see ships in the sea. I'm with gang and we riding in a Jeep. Shout out to my bro Najib. Shout out to my nigga Meech, Ah, oh-oh. Yeah, I can kiss. She like this on her Lips. I can bliss. She this her lips. I can fuck her. She be playing, she don't Ditch. I was on it, I to do it, Yeah. Blow up shit, yeah. Showing up, Stand over shit. All on her, all on her. Call her, say, "Come here." Yeah, me and her Cut it bruh. Wanna see, wanna see. Wanna see, wanna see. Wanna see, wanna What it look, saying? Nigga do his thing. You a fucking lame. I don't care about your game. I don't care about game. Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, Sweat. I'm sipping wine, eating cake. It's my birthday so we gonna celebrate. Bitch hit my line talking bout we need a Break. I don't even care, I like her anyways. Getting money, getting bitches, yeah I get it either Way. Ha, ha, wanna see, bitch. How you know? I can't see you through these Shades, bitch. And I heard that you been talking Shade, bitch. You're lame, you're square, You're shape, bitch. Go and hit the gym, you're looking like a Fridge, bitch. And I just got a head from A rich bitch. Early morning, yeah I gotta catch A airplane. Yeah, I got a bunch of clothes and they're Not fake. Yeah, I had to cut them off 'cause they were fake as fuck. I took too much K and now I'm feeling Stuck. When we upped the AR, boy you should've Died. Bitch get right, I'm goth and I'm not Bi. I been sipping wine, now I'm feeling kinda Drunk. I won't lie, yeah I'm definitely drunk as Fuck. Quit making music 'cause you fucking suck. I don't even make music and I do not Suck. So why the fuck do you suck? Bro, you shouldn't suck. Yeah, she got on her knees and she fucking Sucked