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I tell 'em don't I tell 'em don't I tell 'em don't I tell 'em don't I tell 'em don't Uh I tell 'em don't pull up with all of that dumb shit at functions cuz you gone feel all of us Not first then you last no third or no second we go for the win not no runner up I know that I'm different they not on this level so tell em that TAE is a one of one ARPs in da trunk I tell sosa come through in the cut and he slide in that Tonka Truck And yeah this bitch loaded with tent It's like a limo we got five percent She suck it good then I'm paying her rent They asking who shot but we knowing who sent We tryna stack and we know it's a risk Don't tell me you busy I know where you been If she try to play me I fuck on her friend And if I get it once ima get again Don't care bout they hype they can flex ima beast If I'm eating good then my niggas can feast Hanging with niggas they repping that east She know ima dog still won't put on no leash I'm punching her tonsils she down her knees Won't listen to twelve kuz my neck is on freeze They ask how i did it this shit was a breeze I stay in the stu feel like I got the keys My city get wicked can't ride without skis Gave that lil bitty da pipe and i know that she like it but she cannot get it nomo I just decided to strike for a night she eat dick off da plate now I'm sliding her home And they tell me that I be too nice on the mic well if that was the case nigga why I ain't Blow Switching out hoes like my clothes ik all of em know put a switch on da Glock no reload They slide you hear silence we slide and send sirens no we not the same cuz they Shooting at ghost He moving grimey but my niggas slimey you better move careful or they wipe yo' nose Don't do no testing cuz they keep them weapons and they tryna spray that bitch like it's a Hose Flashing them sticks but we know he bitch and he wanted act gangsta but he'll never Blow Jump em like hurdles more shells than a turtle my niggas got all different types of Bandanas Creeping in shifts bless the fiends with a gift we deliver that package like FedEx and Santa I'll save the day with no cape all my niggas rock Bape cuz the clips in the drac go Bananas We got Hore pull then a vape we don't play let it spray leave a mark on his face like Montana Talk about fixing the block well we fixing the opps all them niggas get hit with that Hammer Niggas be gay with they pride I'm just rolling the tide I got shooters that's straight out of Bama Talking bout cash let it flip we sends shot at his whip turn a mustang into a green lantern Spin either day or at night I ran out of that sprite so I'm mixing the wock in the Fanta Through worst or for better for better or worst Slide with my niggas till I get a hearse Taking prescription so nothing can hurt Addys and Xanies and mollies and perks Takin' em' all just to see if it work That trap it stay open like featuring verse They say that this rap shit a gift and a curse If you set a opp then I'll get you a purse I tell em don't pull up with all of that dumb shit at functions cuz you gon feel all of us Not first then you last no third or no second we go for the win not no runner up I know that I'm different they not on this level so tell em that TAE is a one of one ARPs in da trunk I tell sosa come through in that cut and he slide in that tonka truck Yeah this bitch loaded with tent It's like a limo we got five percent She suck it good then I'm paying her rent They asking who shot but we knowing who sent We tryna stack and we know it's a risk Don't tell me you busy I know where you been If she try to play me I fuck on her friend And if I get it once ima get again Ima get it again Ima get it again
Writer(s): Trent Elliott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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