Yeah, it's 5am, 5.47am to be exact
Look, same old, same old thing, y'all just finna
play I can't take you serious like ain't no way
I'm just with my shawty like fuck out my face
You be moving way too slow, I'm in that fast
lane
Same old, same old thing, y'all just finna play
I can't take you serious like ain't no way
They say I'm conceited, bitch, I feel like
Ye
Cause all this shit I'm doing, you know you
just can't I design my clothes, Nocon on my bitch
All you do is fold, that shit don't make no sense
Me and bro, two man mission, no we can not mix Cause we got queens and you got bitches, your
Bro might just hit it I'm different, my bitch might just end up
Rich Her last nigga ain't got shit on me, I'm his
Intimidation
Look me in my face and tell me how you know
We finna make it
I can't trust a word you niggas say, your
Actions hella basic
Moving this shit on my own, please don't
call my phone When you find out I've been up, she know I
don't sleep Just text my phone like, are you up
I hit back like, yeah, now she come and keep me up
We gon' have some fun
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