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I ain't being rude I can't go out sad I'm chasing a bag I think you should too You wouldn't be laughing If all the shit going on happened to you 10 toes with my guys cause I know that They riding they telling the truth We ain't fucking with you I ain't being rude I can't go out sad I'm chasing a bag I think you should too You wouldn't be laughing If all the shit going on happened to you 10 toes with my guys cause I know that They riding they telling the truth We ain't fucking with you Now name a young nigga That pull up and kill it like me Threw myself in the game I been shooting from 3 Lay low, never know who plotting on me If the feds come thru, better move it lowkey Stay woke I ain't talking bout blogs, or conspiracies Stay up, paranoia keep checking me And somehow my own brain is my enemy But this music the best type of therapy When I walk in the booth I just talk my shit Better watch how you speak We can get you blicked Trust me it'll be easy to get you picked Say ya life is on a roll, let's play 456 Shawty backing up, showing all those tricks Say she fucking with me i stay out the mix Shawty singing my playlist, when I'm on trips Keep on blowing my phone, cause she want this dick But babygirl tell me Would you really slide for me Would you ride for me nah nah Ain't tryna be funny If it ain't bout the green Don't talk to me nah nah The bag keep on coming And I got a fam to feed That believe in me nah nah Cus I got a fam to feed That believe in me nah nah I ain't being rude I can't go out sad I'm chasing a bag I think you should too You wouldn't be laughing If all the shit going on happened to you 10 toes with my guys cause I know that They riding they telling the truth We ain't fucking with you I ain't being rude I can't go out sad I'm chasing a bag I think you should too You wouldn't be laughing If all the shit going on happened to you 10 toes with my guys cause I know that They riding they telling the truth We ain't fucking with you Optimistic, had no pot to piss in Sipping on the Buchy got me thinking Went to school I barely paid attention OG talking I ain't never listen I was stuck up in the P with my niggas moving P's Got my brother locked down, paying lawyers and the fees I ain't saying I'm a killer but I'm rolling with the Gs They be feeling like Pippen when they holding thirty-three (ah!) But I'm feeling like Mike when I hop on the beat Better watch how you speak when you talking to me Call the chopper a lemon by the way that it squeeze I'm in love with the money the only thing I see I ain't being rude, been stacking my bread so I move how I move I'm getting a bag and she got a ass, what you wanna do? I'm fucking his bitch and she got a man, he don't got a clue I been in the jungle with lions, gorillas, we come from the zoo I'm smoking on gas, got me on my ass, it feel like the flu, Talk to me nice or don't talk to me twice I ain't in the mood I ain't being rude I can't go out sad I'm chasing a bag I think you should too You wouldn't be laughing If all the shit going on happened to you 10 toes with my guys cause I know that They riding they telling the truth We ain't fucking with you I ain't being rude I can't go out sad I'm chasing a bag I think you should too You wouldn't be laughing If all the shit going on happened to you 10 toes with my guys cause I know that They riding they telling the truth We ain't fucking with you
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