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[Intro]
But it don’t matter

[Part 1: ROLLCAGE]
[Verse]
Huh
Bitch on my phone talkin’ bout she really love me
Choppa make a lil fuck nigga hit the dougie
Lil’ bitch you a joke yo’ life for mf funzies
Lil’ bitch you is broke you got no mf money
And yo’ bitch is a lame, she a gnat, she a-
And yo’ bitch is a lame, she a gnat, she a dubby
If that bitch don’t smoke then why that lil’ bitch tryna sub me?
Damn
Got a bad bitch she illiterate
Told that bitch I’m the one that made her call me Federick
With the squad, and we bringing tens, bringing measurements
I got blue bands in my pocket, so they listening
Bitch tryna pull a fake on me but I been stroking
Nigga ask “ Whats in my weed? “, ‘cause it’s fuckin’ potent
Don’t gotta ask what’s by my side, ‘cause I’m fuckin’ totin’
And I’m with the gang and we-
Holup, holup, holup, holup
Run that shit back, real quick
Run that
Bitch, and I’m with the gang and we fuckin’ totin’
Yuh, and I’m with the gang, and we keepin’ stacks
Nigga mad, ‘cause I took his bitch and blew her back
B-B-B, Bitch nigga know we always fuckin’ keepin’ racks
Bitch nigga know it’s always fuckin’ tana rack
No, I never lack
And, I keep the gat
And, I’ll smoke yo’ pack
Nigga mad ‘cause if I took his bitch, she’ll never come back