Ain't gotta ask where im at
I pull up and turn the store into a trap
I gotta bow of og in my lap
If you know anything better know dat im strapped
When i do a show we come in the the back
I heard ya lil song and i think that shit whack
I got that weak nigga bitch on my dick
That shit you be talking bout nigga thats cap
Im bout whatever like fuck it yea
Light up the blunt out in public
Telling these lil bitches no no
Whenever they ask for my number
Im bout to change it and go make a play and put up a few K to play with for the some damn
I really tried to be humble yea
Thought i fell off and i stumbled naw
Make sure you put up some money when you ballin it's easy to fumble
Man how ya keep getting my number brrrt


I'm at the top floor know they see me
Remembering them days i was broke barely eating
No i ain't got ya number no more it got deleted new location every season i don't even need a reason
I said
I'm at the top floor know they see me
Remembering them days i was broke barely eating
No i ain't got ya number no more it got deleted new location every season i don't even need a reason
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