How she actin’ funny? I bought her her t#tt#es
n#gg#s she be f#ckin’ ain’t none of my business
Uppin’ my quota, that’s a part of my Fendi
Don’t matter where I’m at, b#tch, I’m known for the trenches
We the first n#gg#s put drums in the city
We rob the n#gg#s put drugs in the city
f#ck where you from ’cause I know that you with it
Check on his #ss, I’ma handle my business
Trust you enough to f#ck you more than once
And you gotta be a killer just to hang with us
If you talkin’ about murders there’s no hangin’ up
Run up on ’em (Bow), ain’t no one-on-one
I got the money so who I’m runnin’ from
I got a lawyer that cost a honey bun
Before I buy p#ss# I’ll buy a hundred guns
Judge told me n#gg# died with my gun
2010 Reese said Ralph Lauren
Died close, feel like he died in my arm
Reinstated, they denied my bond
A n#gg# play with Smurk, he not that smart
Sucked it twice and I’m still not hard
n#gg#s cry loud when they get in shock
That n#gg# word don’t stand on my block
f#ck what you heard I’m the man on my block
Stop playin’ b#tch, I’m Smurk
b#tch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She a freak actin’ like she a nerd
No shirt when I’m off this perc
They slide every time we heard
Lost bro, I know it hurt
We gon’ catch em first
We runnin’ game on them boys, gotta sit out
After I hit, tell ’em Amere, make her get out
Hundred mil come and I still ain’t gone chill out
I’m really down, got show her how I get down
Hard on the b#tch, man, I should have been pimpin’
Hard in these streets, the majority with me
He can’t be serious, you gotta be kiddin’ me
I’m really laughin’, these lil’ n#gg#s temptin’ me
I get offended when n#gg#s say, “Tap in”
I brought the bro nem Celine just to trap in
I got more clothes in my closet than Saks Fifth
I watch JB make a deuce do a backflip
I know you really don’t know, you just act hip
I done took off for real, now how that feel?
Bro ain’t ever gon’ change, I know that’s real
This one outta, here straight to the backfield
I sleep good every night, now I’m happy
How you go where you go? I’ma trappa fo real
How you know what you know? I adapted fo real
We too rich with the Fe, get this sh#t in the mail
My lifestyle expensive, this sh#t high as hell
Lil’ Bro tryna score so I gave him a layup
I gotta go somewhere, no, I can’t layup
b#tch stop playin’, you betta not tell
Stop playin’ b#tch, I’m Smurk
b#tch get naked gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She a freak actin’ like she a nerd
No shirt when I’m off this perc
They slide every time we heard
Lost bro I know it hurt
We gon’ catch em first
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