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I could put a flip on the map, this a trap home Aye I could put a flip on the map, this a trap home I could turn a bitch to a bag, send her back home Bro & nem got caught up in that trap, on that trap phone Ever noticed Covid putting broke niggas back on I can tell you bitch, that nigga sassy like in Blackphone I be over east, somewhere speeding in the fast zone Baby bend it over, come & show me that yo ass grown Bro just got the drop, we bout to see how fast we go to em Clip show love in this bitch, shoot movies You the middleman, nah really you a groupie Left hut 10, shoot 10, spin binz, up 5 than 6, hit cut the end S-H-O-T-B-Y-O-T-A-D-O-E Aye, aye S-H-O-T-B-Y-O-T-A-E-D-O-E Aye, aye Nigga if you hard, come & show me den Gotta shoutout Marz, on the beats he be going in Nigga back in school that was never who you really been I ain't got no friends, it's just me & this FN Nigga I ain't tripping, life's great like 'Rilla Preaching to the paper, lil baby like Skrilla Diamonds bussin' right up out the frame like pictures I just did a song with like 4, 5 killas Remember hard times like 3zee I just really sing, but to snap, niggas need me Shit is going down like Jeezy Nigga steady talking, but his bitch dick stalking on my phone for a sneaky-linky Rolling up yo niggas in a leaf like tea tree All about my mario coins like peachy Real road runner with the pack like meep-meep Gotta get the bag real fast, running to it like a track meet Shawty left my house with the beat cheeks This a hellcat, speeding off like beep-beep Looking at the clock like punch these Quano really fried, cause that nigga really something like a punch fiend S-H-O-T-B-Y-O-T-A-D-O-E Aye, aye S-H-O-T-B-Y-O-T-A-E-D-O-E Aye, aye S-H-O-T-B-Y-O-T-A-D-O-E Aye, aye S-H-O-T-B-Y-O-T-A-E-D-O-E Aye, aye
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