Something in me tells me otherwise
Tells me
Tells me other wise
Man f#ck that I gotta get inside my bag
I don’t got to give a f#ck about another f#ckin’ slag
You’ve been talking all that sh#t on the IPhone
Who is it? That’s imsg on your IPhone
I don’t really give a f#ck about what you got to show
Because I’m the one that’s up and you are a bozo
You a f#ckin’ joke hoe
Son rock dirty Polo
I’ve been making money off the panel payload
I can never do wrong [yeah
I got a Halo
You was talking sh#t until you saw my bank show
Mr. Making money off deposits
You’ve been talking sh#t but I got choppa’s in my closets
Net Worth’s goin’ up and you know that shit’s like a rockеt
Do not give a f#ck about a hoe she not thе topic
He not talkin’ money so I tell that boy to stop it
Everything that you and you own I could just cop it
Why you even trying to clone me?
b#tch you could just phone me!
Boy you is a phony!
You said that I changed but I hate the old me, love the new me
You can not prove me wrong
You can not do me wrong
Man f#ck that I gotta get inside my bag
I don’t got to give a f#ck about another f#ckin’ slag
You’ve been talking all that sh#t on the IPhone
Who is it? That’s imsg on your IPhone
I don’t really give a f#ck about what you got to show
Wait until they learn that I’m up
Wait until they learn that they stuck
Wait until they learn that they outta luck
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