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Hey, Mission Wayne. Yo Smoke, this one's fuego. Uh, it's Burna. Yo Smoke. All these niggas nosy, they just wanna Know me. Tell 'em get their money up, we Don't fuck with brokies. Catch me with a bad bitch, driving down Sloane Street. Or I'm in the trenches, cooling with the Broskis. If we got a problem, tell 'em come And phone me. I ain't with the internet, leave That to the phonies. I just want a bigger Cheque, split it with the homies. All black like a silhouette when I'm on my Lonely. All black tracksuit, that's when I'm in Grind mode. Familiar with this pack, I can bag It with my eyes closed. Mane's all hot, so I'm cutting down a side Road. Getting all this weight gone, we ain't doing Lipo. Shorty said she loves me, must've been a Typo. Cold over text, but I fuck her like A psycho. She roll me up a spliff that Can knock out a rhino. Ten-ten Cali buds, purple like Milo. Orange like a tangerine, the taste is amazalean. Way before I ever hit a dot, I was Bagging deets. Back when it was CC, load up A CC. Now I grab the RiRi, work come TT. I know that they envy, they just wanna Be me. I know that she loves me, I Don't wanna keke. I just want a hunnid thou', Invest, repeat. They can tell we love it now, but it Weren't easy. All these niggas nosy, They just wanna know me. Tell 'em get their money up, we don't fuck With brokies. Catch me with a bad bitch, Driving down Sloane Street. Or I'm in the trenches, cooling with the broskis. If we got a problem, tell 'em come and Phone me. I ain't with the internet, leave that To the phonies. I just want a bigger cheque, Split it with the homies. All black like a Silhouette when I'm on my lonely. Uh, yo, they don't know me like they think They do. The realest spitter pop in your thoughts When you think of Boos. Play with me, that'd Be the quickest way to hit the news. I dealt with big gram, my G, this ain't No finger food. Word, I turn the re-up to Residuals. Uh, they gon' have to diss me when I'm gone 'cause they fear me in the physical. See these suckers keep the talk to a minimum. I ain't the one you wanna ridicule. I let a whole clip riddle you, push a Body up. You see I was outside while you Were still picking dollies up. I'm all gangster, they bubblegum and lollipops. Pass the barrel and I'll show you how to Lock and stock. Got this bad one screaming like A body shop. Make her feel it in her Belly like a stomach shot. And when they say I ain't the one, tell 'em knock it off it's all All these niggas Nosy, they just wanna know me. Tell 'em get their money up, we don't fuck With brokies. Catch me with a bad bitch, Driving down Sloane Street. Or I'm in the trenches, cooling with the broskis. If we got a problem, tell 'em come and Phone me. I ain't with the internet, leave that To the phonies. I just want a bigger cheque, Split it with the homies. All black like a silhouette when I'm on my Lonely.