Off the drugs please dont act up
n#gg#s talk down
n#gg#s hating still come around us
They so fake i know they not really down for me
Thats why i show them no sympathy (No sympathy)
And im on the road im doing shows and i cannot slow down
You calling my phone im telling you baby the one that i want now
n#gg#s be hating and politicking
Imma make it i see this sh#t in my vision
n#gg#s switch up and then they turn into b#tches
I dont f#ck with no n#gg#s thats opposition
sh#t f#cked up when you all on your own
You down bad now you calling my phone
n#gg# the hoodie i had it was cold and sh#t
n#gg# i had the toaster on me im toting it
I dont give a f#ck n#gg#s dont know and sh#t (Hold up)
n#gg#s i just might blow that sh#t
Your b#tch is all on my dick she might swallow sh#t
Hol up your b#tch on my dick and its swollen sh#t ugh
All in her mouth like ugh
Put it all in her guts
These n#gg#s mad they sus
These n#gg#s mad they f#cked up
I think you got bad luck
Back up n#gg# for i put the mac up
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