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Can't Trust a soul, gotta keep my heat. Quick draw, smokin' like the weed. Block too hot, I'm on Backstreet. This stack is starvin', I gotta eat. Know you only want me, girl, 'cause I got These diamonds on me. I just took a trip To molly world, don't think that I'll be landing. I get real high like top of a tree. Shoot double C on my belt, got a B. This blunt I'm smokin' punchin' you. It's a hitter, yeah, gotta bob and weave. She said she wasn't tryna top me, yep, that Was my cue to leave. Ain't a rat, I get to the cheese. And my swag sick like a disease. This Opp pack when I roll up. I ain't bougie, green lean in my soda. It sound like an on my motor. If you stay down, you about to glow up. She get if you keep the bag open. I'm a G6, my shooter go nuts. I get bread, but don't do the cold cuts. Bitches cut on me, I give you a cold Cut. The finest. I was immature, but I had to grow up. I'm Double R gang, thought I told you. Been bout it like no-limit soldier. If I take one more dose, I think it Might slum it over. Lonely to my evil twin, I still ain't got No closure. Can't trust a soul, gotta keep my Heat. Quick draw, smokin' like the weed. Block too hot, I'm Backstreet. This stack is starvin', I gotta eat. Know you only want me, girl, 'cause I got These diamonds on me. I just took a trip To molly world, don't think that I'll be landing. I get real high like top of a tree. Shoot double C on my belt, got a B. This blunt I'm smokin' punchin' you. It's a hitter, yeah, gotta bob and weave. She said she wasn't tryna top me, yep, that Was my cue to leave. Ain't a rat, but I get the cheese. And my swag sick like a disease. What? Money long, but I'm keepin' in P. Circle strong, better keep the peace. I got blick in the sky, UAV. Want a check, better get like me. You want a scrape, we surround 'em with Gs. I pop shit, I'ma do it with ease. He is a rat, he gon' do it for Cheese. The finest. The cup, it make me sick. The plug, he like bein' a bitch. No cap. No cap. He runnin' his shit like a lap. In Trench, you couldn't adapt. In Trench, we live inside. South, too trill, we know where it's at. OD, keepin' my strap. Can't trust a soul, gotta Keep my heat. Quick, quick draw, smokin' like the Weed. Block too hot, I'm on Backstreet. This stack is starvin', I gotta eat. Know you only want me, girl, 'cause I got These diamonds on me. I just took a trip To molly world, don't think that I'll be landing. I get real high like top of a tree. Shoot double C on my belt, got a B. This blunt I'm smokin' punchin' you. It's a hitter, yeah, gotta bob and weave. She said she wasn't tryna top me, yep, that Was my cue to leave. Ain't a rat, but I get to the cheese. And my swag sick like a disease. Know you only want me, girl, 'cause I got These diamonds on me.