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[Intro]

(We're sorry)
Ah, ah, hah
(There's nothing to be afraid of!)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm off the pack, ain't running back, I'm moving solo
Half of you lil hoes be getting fucked for free promo
Ain't that shit the truth, I'm getting zooted in a four-door
Tell the judge I'm banging, holding court outside the front door

[Verse 1]
Shinning like some fronts tho, Hi-Tech in my cup, hoe
Ash you like some blunt smoke, get ya shit together
They don't fuck with me whatever! That just certify I'm better
Half a perc and half a Tesla, give a fuck what they be talking bout
Really I'm the hardest out, you bitches won't admit it
Fill a 30, I'ma flatline
If he come around here tripping
And ya shawty say she proud of me
She fucked up, catching feelings
I got millionaires surrounding me
I think I need percentage
I might piss out ya lil rent
That's just a hint of how I'm living
Wish lil boo was here
To see me at they neck
I know he missing
In a mansion with a choppa
I just came from out the trenches
Tell they boys to keep my name
Up in they mouth until they spitting