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Put the maps up I ain't need directions to the paper Got me gassed up Hooping like a motherfucking Laker Like I'm tapped up And they always putting on my records I'm a motherfuckering flexer That's OK cause I'm a stepper Gotta calm down Just for a minute need to breathe Gonna fall out Only if the bomb is hitting me I'm a real dealer rapper so you cannot fuck with me Over 10,000 hours in this motherfucker G Top down Driving in the whip and her top down Trying to dive in She went headfirst top down Wait I said that shit too many times get her off now Speeding on my way back home cause I'm a class clown Put me on the yearbook boy and your girls phone Just sent the Addy and I think she's going to swerve on Driving Too fast, missing exits, going to turn wrong Why the fuck you simping over girls that i done curved on Red lights Fuck it they can't catch me, but the cops might Ran through all damn day Like a stop sign And its just way too good so the top mine Anything else you could have it as a dogfight Man I've been guilty with the flings But not the cases Court free Run around town Like the fucking matrix Neo and I took the red pill I go on double dates, and Other man forgot to show up I guess I'm double taking Put the maps up I ain't need directions to the paper Got me gassed up Hooping like a motherfucking Laker Like I'm tapped up And they always putting on my records I'm a motherfuckering flexer That's OK cause I'm a stepper Gotta calm down Just for a minute need to breathe Gonna fall out Only if the bomb is hitting me I'm a real dealer rapper so you cannot fuck with me Over 10,000 hours in this motherfucker G First strap Got the Glock nine with extended mags Next strap 556 with the beam attached Then I got a little 22 on the sniper gang Best believe if I pull up, no we ain't fighting main But for real, I do turn up And I'm likable Just like your main ex fling Yeah, she was pipeable Oh, that boy said he was religious This a Bibable Ain't no getting close enough to me because I'm strikeable Baddie don't have FaceTime I guess she skypeable Always kind of switch up plans This not recyclable And she just way too gone She took an edible Now she just trying to eat me Cause I look bitable But I had to pull off because it's too late Fuck around town wake up in a new state Might throw the deeds, but everyone is two-faced Fuck it I ain't Trippin go and drink the Kool-Aid Put the maps up I ain't need directions to the paper Got me gassed up Hooping like a motherfucking Laker Like I'm tapped up And they always putting on my records I'm a motherfuckering flexer That's OK cause I'm a stepper Put the maps up I need directions to the paper Put the maps up Oh that boy for real my biggest hater Put the maps up I can never switch up on my team But if this shit Is going green I guess im only having me I put the maps up