Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them
Satan helped me and you were screaming, but later, i was weaken
Baby, you got that super bass
Up until i hit glass
Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang
Later on the grown up was running the map man
Lefty flip hit me up nigga tri finga rustan be boostin like a hype man need a flight plan
Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang
When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest
So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
Probably hit up the botany pharmacy
You might catch me later
That damier bag i bought her
So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her
I chew all you bitches up like a now and later
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