Lil boy you a lame, no you can’t hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin’ paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin’ gas, on they #ss, high like angel dust
I was broke as f#ck then got my paper up
Please don’t {?}, sh#t get dangerous
You can’t hang with gang, b#tch you a lame to us
We done passed all they #ss, now they hatin’ us
{?}, now I’m back at it
In love with by bread, b#tch I’m a bag addict (okay, aye, aye)
These boys think they better, really bad at it
b#tch I’m countin’ up all my cheddar, doin’ mathematics (hahaha)
You know I can’t save no hoe (yeah, yeah)
Diamonds all on my nеck, my sh#t like H2O (okay, go)
{?}, I got that check, I got a bag to blow (woo)
And I been done had that b#tch, no you can’t havе the hoe (woah, woah)
What you say bout me?
I got a brand new stick and I fill that b#tch with .223’s
I can’t play bout mine lil n#gg#, that sh#t on G-O-D
He play with my slime, I owe that lil bro R.I.P
Bag, after bag, after bag, in my bank account
Cops on my #ss, hit the dash, they can’t catch me now
These boys never real, they wearin’ masks, too much fakes around
I said, please don’t send me sh#t, your music #ss, he a hater now
Lil boy you a lame, no you can’t hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin’ paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin’ gas, on they #ss, high like angel dust
I was broke as f#ck then got my paper up
Please don’t {?}, sh#t get dangerous
You can’t hang with gang, b#tch you a lame to us
We done passed all they #ss, now they hatin’ us
I was broke as f#ck, yeah I was down bad on my dick (yeah)
That sh#t is not sanitary, get up off my dick
They say “Ty, you sound like this, and this, and this, and this”
They say “Ty, you know you look like-” huh, get off my dick (yes)
You was just a failure, tellin’ me about my sh#t, woah
Put my mama in diamonds, shinin’ like this, and this, and this (what?)
Keep my chicken and my {?}, they only Crips
She can {?} my children, unless they sittin’ {?}, Ricky
I don’t even let her touch my pants to unzip
Yeah, tyin’ up my waistband, FN on my hip
I can hit a lick, b#tch or do it off the scrip (do it off the-)
Have some slimes that wanna slime me out, now take you a Timb
Lil boy you a lame, no you can’t hang with us
Bag after bag, stackin’ paper up
These boys think they better, not the same as us
Smokin’ gas, on they #ss, high like angel dust
I was broke as f#ck then got my paper up
Please don’t {?}, sh#t get dangerous
You can’t hang with gang, b#tch you a lame to us
We done passed all they #ss, now they hatin’ us
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