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How's the process like rappin' with these Motherfuckers? Goddammit, Depree. Shit. I don't know, I think we really be goin' Off energy. Ha. Ha. Goin' off how I think that I Can feel the energy. Ha. Ha. Shh, fuckin' bout a bitch, cut me Off if ain't feelin' me. Oh, wait, I got It, run that back. Ha. You don't wanna lose your life, you won't want Me. County jail scars, back to back, August in Three. Super Saiyan beat a nigga ass, think I Hit G3. Ha. Woo. Damn, that is beast mode, like what the fuck? You did not send Depree. Uh, uh. Broke bitch think I'm slow, I'ma leave. Shh, I'm in allergic. Mixed Fendi all with Louis, Ferragamo, I splurgin'. Shh, I'm in allergic. Mixed Fendi all with Louis, Ferragamo, I be Splurgin'. Intoxicated, high, I be swervin' I think The people got behind me, I'm nervous Speed limit Fifty-five, but I burnt it I think a nigga Just got five stars, yeah, I earned it. Really for the turf, bitch Even though a nigga Rap, I be on burn shit If a nigga Sell a bag like it's some merch shit At The end of the day, it was worth it It was worth it. All the sauce that I Got can't be measured in a pot Re-up on The bags, then I took 'em to the block. My sink broke, this drip don't stop. Yeah, we caught a sucka lackin', then we ran Him out of socks. Dunks on my feet, one-twenty For the panda ones I got fuck you money, I don't handle ones Justin Tucker in position when The candles come I got Sync by my side, Brodie handles drums. You don't wanna lose your Life, you won't want me. County jail scars, back To back, August in three. Super Saiyan beat a nigga ass, think I hit G3. Ha. Woo. Damn, that is beast mode, like what the fuck? You did not send Depree. Uh, uh, uh. Broke bitch think I'm slow, I'ma leave. Shh, I'm in allergic. Mixed Fendi all with Louis, Ferragamo, I be Splurgin'. I'm in allergic. Mixed Fendi all Louis, Ferragamo, I be splurgin'. I be higher than a kite, Doin' two-hundred, ain't no turnin'. Every time I fucked up, I bounced back when I was learnin'. Straight to Forgis on the sidewalk Every time a nigga turnin'. In my cup, super pink, iced out, Tina Turner. And my watch cost a ticket and my niggas, They'll purge you. If they pull your ass tonight, Then you for sure know that it's urgent. Sixty-thousand dollar whip, I blew the rear and I Was swervin'. Then I dropped another bag on top This Benz that I been surfin'.