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Let's put these motherfucking headphones on. Yeah. I'ma just go off the head. It's recording right Here, yeah. I'm hoping I can touch a hundred bands by Tonight. I'm low-key stressing, but I still bought The ice. Bust another knot, then I buy my Son a bike. Bust another knot, Then I buy my son a bike. I'm always by myself 'cause I don't trust a Lot of niggas. Low-key XD forty in the kitchen. I fuck with square niggas, I fuck with street Niggas. TM on the beat, so you know this Bitch a hitter. I still gotta jugg for my Motherfucking pipes. So you thinking I'm your boyfriend, you must be Sniffing nitrous. Twos on the Beamer, Got that bitch looking righteous. Tw-twos on the Beamer, got that bitch looking Righteous. Switch it up, off the beat, one time. Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum. Run up on a nigga with the.44. Keep going Larry, talk it to me. Came up, now they say a nigga changed. I remember cold nights on the blade. Fuck, keep it rolling, keep it rolling. I'ma just switch it all the way up. I don't owe a nigga shit. I been working like a bitch. I don't use like the brat, but this shit Hit for like ten. I don't do no fucking Xans. I like Beemers, I like Benz. Twenty-five for the bag, one for me, One for the bitch. Off the dribble, nothing six. Ho, I need a money counter. Call me Uncle Larry. Leave her dripping like a water fountain. When I'm in Atlanta, pull up on my brother Sean Kelly. I got plenty bitches. Every time I ask her, she gon' let me Hit it from the back. Then she make me Crab in some spaghetti. Man, that head so good, I dropped my iPhone. Sell it, uh. Everything a nigga do you know It's fucking A1. Had a whole lot of bitches, but I never Paid one. Take a bitch to Napa Valley, Told her pinkies off the cup. Plain hoodie, Saint Laurent, eight-fifty off the Jump. Yeah, uh. Merry Christmas, bitch-ass nigga. You know what I'm saying? TFM. Off the dribble. Keep the change, you filthy animal