I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose
And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes
Niggas in the street scared
Make the mother fucker melt
And all my childhood memories
Make like a tree and leave
Yeah this new town cannot make
Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip
There’s money to make
Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid
Cause tears falling down make me ache
But when we scrap you gon make
Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
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