Uh-huh
Yeah
I don’t milly rock i diddy bop
I don’t sweat money ’cause i get the sh#t a lot
All black thang when i aim issa dot
Hop up out the cut and make it rain on ya block
I’ma hot n#gg#, snow couldn’t stop me
When my sh#t drop i cause a riot in the party
Move so much bass that my neighbors call the cops
’cause my customers started to from a line in my yard, uh-huh
I don’t hit the folks i go dum
I like to lean back and throw up where i’m from
I like it when i catch an opp lackin’ in the club
’cause they always wanna dap me up and show a n#gg# love
They don’t want no smoke, n#gg#s know better
Like to keep a lil’ rocket in pocket in my sweatеr
I’ma keep this sh#t kosher, i don’t beef, i’m ’bout cheddar
If he еatin’ in my city just know that i let ’em, uh-huh
I don’t get lite, i throw my hands in the air and step three times
I only smoke grams and i only f#ck dimes
I always keep money on my motherf#ckin’ mind
I got this lil’ b#tch that be blowin’ up my line
Always talkin’ that sh#t but i hit it every time
I tell her that i love her and she tell me i’m lyin’
Man, i swear that lil’ b#tch be reading my mind
God damn
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