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Every time he got a beat I hop on that bitch, and I eat that shit, like it's some breakfast bitch
Crunch crunch, munch munch
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It's a habit, life goals, hating on me on the low
Now my pockets on swole, I got the pole
My diamonds fruity like Dole, got MJ on my soles
She play with me console, I was locked up no parole
Bitch I stuck to the code, bent the rules, I ain't fold
This is the life that I chose, I rather share it wit the dough
I can't marry no bitch, unless she coming with nothing but bricks
Go get the bag, I want the bag, I can care less if she switch
I'm in the cut getting rich, show me the plan, I multiply shit
I f*ck on my ex til I'm wit my next, I can care less if she switch
Ain't no feelings, that ain't appealing, starter, I never ride bench
Run off on your bitch, now she on camera
Taking a whole another inch
I'm stacking green like the Grinch, her ass fat, I give it a pinch
Tell that hoe "come on hop in the whip", tinted, she gotta eat up the dick
I'm on that shit, that savage drip, twenty one hits in a clip
I'm setting trends, I'm on a binge, stacking this chip
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When that door fly back and you see me up it, then it ain't no more options
I want it here and now, shut the f*ck up, it ain't no more talking
I'm knocking niggas out with these pistols now it ain't no more boxing
All of my bitches off of them jiggas, they dont want no more molly
And you know I got me a hood bitch, she be pump faking like she a good chick
But she be acting wild, she smoke Black and Mild's, so I let her suck on the wood tip
8ball in my pocket and I got a Glock with two clips, bout as long as some pool sticks
So I hope that you hear me sincerely, for bullets go clear out your ears like some Q-tips
You'll be departed dearly, come near me, no fear over here you are merely a human
Try to test me you must really be stupid, in school I know you weren't a brilliant student
Can't give a dollar you really be losing, ain't got no sense so you really a goofy
Claiming a bitch that ain't give you the coochie, paying her rent and you licking the booty
Know a couple of years ago I had few lil niggas that wanted to murk me
Let them bullets fly out like birdies, now that beef dried out its jerky
For that dissing my niggas pull up on yo block, man I swear to God they gone feel it
Light that bitch up like its Christmas, no reindeer but we blitzing
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