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You know about. Woo. I don't know about. Woo. What you know about? Na-na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na-na-na. No conversation, my brother, if that motherfucker Don't lead to no money. I spit it how I really kill it. You feel it, I keep it hundred. You front motherfuckers ain't really the realest, The realest, they run it. When police be coming, We running. I-I-I ain't heard about none of them Bad bitch that fuck for pay. Dope boys that push that weight. Marijuana that's in my dread. I ain't know no Jose, what you talking about? Bad bitch that fuck for pay. Dope boys that push that weight. Marijuana that's in my dread. I ain't know no Jose, no numbers. Young boy, you a low life. It's growth time, gold chains when we on the Mic. Borders we can cross them when it's low Tide. And if you tryna catch us, you got No time. Bear with me, I'm grizzly. I be drunk on that life, I ain't never Tipsy. I warn you, don't diss me. Or I'll put a price on your head and Get you overdone swiftly. Got your bitch with me backstage, uh. Pouring liquor in the Domain, uh. I see you broke, you got a low wage, What? And man, I'm feeling like I'm Rozay. Like oh no, heat on the stove. Whipping these records, I'm breeding your hoe. I do not miss when I shoot. My bullets go straight for your dome. Your idol's my rival, I fight him like Ryu. Could never be idle, I'm live in this bitch. She came from the ghetto, that body with Jello. That bitch told me hello and climbed on this Dick. Don't get the wrong end of the stick. You never left your country, boy, you ain't seen Shit. I ain't afraid to do dirt if it Fits. It's not advisable to keep running your lips, Ah. No conversation, my brother, if that Motherfucker don't lead to no money. I-I-I spit how I really kill it. You feel it, I keep a hundred. You front motherfuckers ain't really the realest, The realest, they run it. When police be coming, We running. I-I-I ain't heard about none of them Numbers. Bad bitch that fuck for pay. Dope boys that push that weight. Marijuana that's in my dread. I ain't know no Jose, what you about? Bad bitch that fuck for pay. Dope boys that push that weight. Marijuana that's in my dread. I ain't know no Jose, no numbers. Young brother moving bricks like tryna build up Something. Too much wax in my ear, I ain't really hear nothing. See them bullies on the block, got them knives On 'em like they tryna cook up something. But they must be afraid of the sun, 'cause Once you draw heat, they running. See the size of the stack on equal to The size of our discussion. And America taking its chance like a brother ain't Russian. But I'm risky as fuck when I'm running Out of bucks, so let them rubles talk for Me. On weekends, I'm at the House of Balloons, no Wonder your bitch is on blow. But the squad going up like every single weekday, Come early, leave late. Got them bottles and them drugs and them models Only fucking with them thugs on freeway. Like you just broke a board, motherfucker, you a Cheapskate. While I dine with the rich motherfuckers And all we ever talk about is cheesecakes. Pockets getting fatter like the E-Z. No conversation, my brother, if that motherfucker Don't lead to no money. I-I-I spit it how I really kill it. You feel it, I keep It a hundred. You front motherfuckers ain't really The realest, the realest, they run it. When police be coming, we running. I-I-I ain't heard about none of them Bad bitch That fuck for pay. Dope boys that push that weight. Marijuana that's in my dread. I ain't know no Jose, what talking about? Bad bitch no Numbers.