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Ayy, yeah
Beat him up, give me that
**** 'em, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent my life in the streets and I ain't been bit yet
Say I'm dumb 'cause I'll come and kill for respect
Real right street *****, what the **** do you expect?
If I can't beat him, **** it, go get the TEC
I ain't taking no more L's, can't have that on my rep'
Ain't gotta run the streets no more, but still be out tryna step
Free Maine Musik right now, he caught in the web
I just got out and I'm already ****in' celebs
My lil' raw ass, dog ass, never had to pay for ass
Always known to get the cash, once I get it, I'm gon' spazz
Soon as I get it, make 'em mad
Sonning *****s, I'm they dad
Why you hate? You should be glad
Beat my case, shout out to Brad
Beat my case, don't gotta rat
I just made love to a nat
Why the **** I ate the cat?
Aladdin, ****ed her on a mat
Riding in a dirty Jag'
Riding with a dirty MAC
Hop out, it's just me and Yack
Hop out dressed up in all black
Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her 'lone
Won't give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown
Promise I don't need no friends, I can thug all alone
I'll be damned, I let them crackers turn me into a clone
'Fore I do that, I'ma just go buy a flip phone
Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone
If I'm dead broke, ain't no telling what I'm really on
If I'm dead broke, I'm back to breakin' in people home
Never been a lame *****, *****, go ask about me
I'm always gon' get that bread, I'm just never gon' be ****y
Every time I hit the scene, I be acting a donkey
My girl threw away my molly, so right now I'm on Perkys
Locked up, swear to God I was no man flunky
For that bottom bunk, I even had to beat up my bunkie
To be honest, I don't even much really feel sorry
Cold hearted *****, no sympathy for nobody
I'm the freshest lil' coolest ***** inside the party
Christian Louboutins on my feet, got me feeling godly
In G5, tryna turn a stripper to Cardi
Bust like a chopper when she start to ride like a Harley
On my glee mask, no Diddy Bop, we moving like Kylie
Prayed up, I don't even gotta go see mommy
Hoes gotta sign a contract just to be around me
'Cause for a bill, these hoes'll do you like they did Cosby
Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her 'lone
Won't give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown
Promise I don't need no friends, I can thug all alone
I'll be damned, I let them crackers turn me into a clone
'Fore I do that, I'ma just go buy a flip phone
Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone
If I'm dead broke, ain't no telling what I'm really on
If I'm dead broke, I'm back to breakin' in people home
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Beat him up, give me that
**** 'em, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
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