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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
(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
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