*JUDE!*
Said he really want a ft, where my racks at
Sent him my paypal i dont do no cashapp
Send that sh#t asap
My worst verse yeah you still couldn’t top that
Got less followers then u
But my plays are doing better
So sad
In my room counting my cheddar
Gettin feta
Talk down u get wet up
And you know that we won’t motherf#cking let up
Take off like the migos
You’re a fan you’re not my amigo
Your not gang, the only sign u know is leo
Redpilled, little bro dont compare yourself to neo
You’re annoying
Stop fronting
b#tch you’re doing nothing
Choppa turn yo #ss to nothing
Novagang ima cuff yo b#tch
At the function
Yo homie tryna pay me
All his cash just to punch in
Its nothin
Nothing
Just in, I just made a bag
Talking all that sh#t but whеre you at
While my pockets gеtting fat
Why you talking on my fortnite skills
One pump yo your f#cking head
Now you’re dead, now you’re dead, now you’re dead
(?) roll up a 50, I’m dropping pants
(?) dropping their sh#t, yeah that b#tch gonna drop
Pull up
Baby b#tch come pull up
b#tch I pull up
What the f#ck you finna do?
Thumbing through my hundred dollar bills until my fingers blue
What the f#ck you finna do to me
What the f#ck you gonna do
I can’t, I can’t just let it up
X4
Said he really want a ft, where my racks at
Sent him my paypal i dont do no cashapp
Send that sh#t asap
My worst verse yeah you still couldn’t top that
Got less followers then u
But my plays are doing better
So sad
In my room counting my cheddar
Gettin feta
Talk down u get wet up
And you know that we won’t motherf#cking let up
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