And yo shawty showin love when i step up in the club
Scammed that boy off of dough
Got a bag full of drugs
You have no heart
I walk in this b#tch, i am the man
I know shorty only want me for bands
Im whippin a foreign im whippin a benz
Glock on my waist, Glock on my pants
b#tch i got money, you don’t understand
You *****s my sons, you *****s my fans
Just copped a pint, copped me gram wassup
Wassup, wassup
Im 15 countin bucks
Yo music is trash, sucks
In my bag, don’t give a f#ck
And yo shawty showin love when i step up in the club
Scammed that boy off of dough
Got a bag full of drugs
Scam on the (?), i’m touring
(?) on my 40
You not my (?)
Im posted up wit yo shorty
I told that b#tch to stop flirting
I put it on god
Stay mad while i’m up, stay mad when i’m up
You depressed, you outta luck
Yo b#tch in my dm’s she wanna f#ck
Down bad and upset
I’m makin money now u wanna be friends
U a b#tch *****, scared to run hands
Said its a joke dat ***** is mad
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