And my posse they are with me so don't cry you shit g
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
A demon that feeds of my inner g
We came.. way too far pretty baby
Ex-hoes wanna call me,
Hey, must be the money
I got bigger problems baby
On hip hop and grime my g,
You remind me of my ex, cause you both know how to blow/
And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow
Guess i’m different than most
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows
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