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Jump out. I get money. I got fame. I get haters. I got snakes. We got problems. Don't get brave. I got shooters. Jump out, aim. Give me the money. Keep all the fame. Like how can I change? When you're speaking my Name with that energy. When you see me, just keep it the same. Oh, 'cause I don't play about that, and I Might feel a way about that. Whoa. My shooters got aim for the head, And they try knock your brain out that. That's straight up facts, not fiction. Yeah, I'm gonna handle my business. And I hang with nothing but suspects. No man in my gang been a witness. More guns than butter. That's all a nigga want For Christmas. Get money, fuck bitches. But I'm still ticking these hoes off my hit List. Can't tell a soul if kissed it. Time of the month, I wonder if you missed It. Back to this G shit. Joe Grizz got Boost on the remix. My side of the fence is the greenest. And this game full of idiots. I could never beg man for a feature. And no, I do diss tracks either. Man, this man a hit man with the heater. Yeah, yeah. I get money. I got fame. I get haters. I got snakes. We got problems. Don't get brave. I got shooters. Jump out, aim. Jump out, aim. Man will skrr up, blow out brains. We got problems. Don't get brave. I got shooters. Jump out, aim. I got no chill. Real busy body, can't hold still. Hold it down or you can hold corn. I'll leave you dead outside and that's roadkill. I got a mad pack with no label, but It's peng, man, I call it my no frill. Oh well, I flow well. I pulled off the outfit so well. I close one eye, aim with the other one. Sky one, then sky me another one. Everybody know my ting different. After me, there won't be another one. I've been a bad boy from I went playcenter. As a kid, Mom said I'm too extra. So with the money, man had to get extra. It's my house, gunshots if you enter. Oh yeah, it will get shady like white rice. Have your crew running 'round like blind mice. Dunno why man thought he had nine lives. Now your family and friends at your nine-nine. Peep, you better come out the kitchen if you Can't take the heat. I say what it is, I don't hide and speak. Me scared of who? Man naming please. Violate me, I will aim and Squeeze. I get money. I got fame. I get haters. I got snakes. We got problems. Don't get brave. I got shooters. Jump out, aim. Jump out, aim. Man will skrr up, blow out brains. We got problems. Don't get brave. I got shooters. Jump out. Real talk. Fam, we getting money for my vocal. Man was getting money from the 'Gram. Nah, brother, I ain't talking 'bout the socials. Might act one, but I ain't no fool. Can't play with a brother with no rules. Man ain't talking 'bout that secondary shit when I Say man's ticking it old school. Man got off ends, I ain't local. Please don't think that's me boasting. Said I would, the man did that. Don't just talk a man, know me. Cut off friends who had hidden agendas. Fam, I'd rather be lonely. They said they would ride with me, but their Horses were Trojan. Please don't talk about toasters. Man don't want egg with these soldiers. Best know my ones are on job. They put in work, check the rotor. Nerds acting gang for exposure. Best my man don't want exposure. Hope these pricks get the picture, 'cause I can't Deal with these posers. I get money. I got fame. I get haters. I got snakes. We got problems. Don't get brave. I got shooters. Jump out, aim. Jump out, aim. Man will skrr up, blow out brains. We got problems. Don't get brave. I got shooters. Jump out, aim.