| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh |
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| Niggas lowkey be depressed while it look like I'm at my best |
| They know they don't wanna beef with me, owners wanna meet with me |
| Bad bitch, twelve-hour flight to come and sleep with me |
| She like me 'cause I'm a real street nigga |
| All I'm sayin' is when it pop, just keep it in the street, nigga |
| Make a rapper take his clothes off, that boy a male stripper |
| Try to speak on me to throw it off, these niggas still snitchin' |
| This lil' button on the back will show a nigga how to switch up |
| Push up on 'em at the gym, I hope 'em niggas doin' they push-ups |
| For a fact, you niggas hoes, the city knows this ain't no diss song |
| They know Baby won't respond, just say his name so we can get goin' |
| Can't believe that boy went bold on me or told, oh, you pulled big stunts |
| They on go and they recordin' |
| Speak on me for screamin', bro, but why the fuck am I important? |
| You don't even know them niggas you with, you gettin' extorted |
| You know this shit deadly for a fact, you picked your poison, oh |
| Fuck it, let's get to it, ain't no secret shit, I ain't cordial no more |
| I ain't never wanted to speak on none of this shit |
| Tell the truth, these niggas mad, I'm runnin' this shit |
| And all of this is not about that one boy |
| I'm talkin' 'bout that other boy and that other boy and that other boy and that |
| other boy too |
| Real ones know my body, I'm not talkin' to you |
| If you a fuckboy and feel hit, I'm talkin' to you |
| Turn the virgil into a landaulet, I am sick of the roof |
| You copy everything I do, lil' boy, I am sick of you too |
| You actin' hard, you must've forget that I stopped brodem from shootin' you |
| Nobody knew you 'til you came around, you really my junior boy |
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| Son-ass niggas, hehe |
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