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[Chorus]
Run up on me, that's yo' death note
I'm fucking that hoe, I'm fucking her throat
I'm keeping a pole, bitch, I'm on go
O-On my soul, can't sell my soul
I don't know you, don't call me bro
I'm juggin' his ass, he ain't even know
I been going up, so they mad
I-I'm 'finna pull off in that Jag (Jag)
Bad hoe got class
I'm in the sky, nigga, first class
I'm raising these niggas, I'm they Dad
I'm in London poppin' tags
I'm in that 'Rari, no Tax'
Look at this shit that you could've had
[Bridge]
Look at this shit, look at it
Look at this shit, look at it
[Verse]
Nigga
I get the pack then I'm cookin' it
Nigga
I get the pack then I'm flippin' it
Fucking up too much, you is not making it
Not going up, nigga, that nigga faking it
Flex racks, nigga, know that I'm taking it
Bad hoe on me that love shaking it
I'm in the 'Cedes, no keys
I feel like everyone know me
You gettin' racks? Nigga, show me
I'm 'finna lay-er, Kobe
All these drugs, I'ma OD
Hoe ass niggas can't hold me
I think that hoe broke me
I think them drugs broke me
In love with the cup, nigga, lowkey
I'm high as hell, I can't see
I'm high as hell, smoking on tree
If you can't stand me then leave
That hoe on her knees
Black and Yellow like a damn Bee
That nigga weird like a damn creep
I'm too solid like Concrete
Run up on me, that's yo' death note
I'm fucking that hoe, I'm fucking her throat
I'm keeping a pole, bitch, I'm on go
O-On my soul, can't sell my soul
I don't know you, don't call me bro
I'm juggin' his ass, he ain't even know
I been going up, so they mad
I-I'm 'finna pull off in that Jag (Jag)
Bad hoe got class
I'm in the sky, nigga, first class
I'm raising these niggas, I'm they Dad
I'm in London poppin' tags
I'm in that 'Rari, no Tax'
Look at this shit that you could've had
[Bridge]
Look at this shit, look at it
Look at this shit, look at it
[Verse]
Nigga
I get the pack then I'm cookin' it
Nigga
I get the pack then I'm flippin' it
Fucking up too much, you is not making it
Not going up, nigga, that nigga faking it
Flex racks, nigga, know that I'm taking it
Bad hoe on me that love shaking it
I'm in the 'Cedes, no keys
I feel like everyone know me
You gettin' racks? Nigga, show me
I'm 'finna lay-er, Kobe
All these drugs, I'ma OD
Hoe ass niggas can't hold me
I think that hoe broke me
I think them drugs broke me
In love with the cup, nigga, lowkey
I'm high as hell, I can't see
I'm high as hell, smoking on tree
If you can't stand me then leave
That hoe on her knees
Black and Yellow like a damn Bee
That nigga weird like a damn creep
I'm too solid like Concrete
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