First 48
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Expensive ass watch still use my phone to tell the time, First 48, If you get close to one of mine, Dont get sent to your demise
These bitches talk about demure, Look in the mirror, It's a lie
Y'all clearly must be high, I done buried demons, So it's clear that I'm a god
These stupid goofies got me hot, They need to stop before they get dropped
Seen a lot at 23, No dream team, Just last shots and glass pots
Collect calls, Is usually your last stop
I'm a G that pray to Jesus, Still got G-lock
They don't never play, They city when the beef hot
I be tryin' flip the grease like a meat pie
Brodie tried makin' niggas leave, He hit his treetop
And you know I bump with niggas, Still got ARP
Caught a nigga Walkin, Tryna pop it, Put his ass to sleep
I'm a rapper, You ain't know I give your ass the beats
I'm a trapper, But ain't none of this gon' last a week
Everybody sayin' they got strong, But they trapped, Be weak
You ain't never seen no fire, Its cold where you be
My bitch don't even want Chanel, I think she overseas
I done went designer for a year, I think I'm over these
I fell in love with Drivin' Fast, That's like my getaway
Said I put the dog down, But still a send a play
Or a send a blitz, Told dog don't come back till you fetch his face
He gon' dump the chop out, He don't care who you with
If he ain't never smoke with me, Then you can't call me Tay
You can't call me gang, I am not your twin
You are not on 10, Don't you got a high point, But my Glock don't jam
Stupid bitch, You must be crazy, I am not your man
Name a nigga in the city that can talk like this
I was humble for a while, But they on my dick
So I'ma show him somethin', Send the Lo, If im a hoe, I bet we pullin' up
If the pole cant make the show, Then I ain't showin' up
Ain't gotta ask me what I'm on, I think he know what us
Ain't gotta ask him if he full, I know he on a crumb
Niggas sharin' blue faces like Chrisean's son
Mmm, Shit iffy
Smell like niggas runnin' out of racks, Shit fishy
Seemin' like you boys need a pack, Get with me
I was signed to the streets, They was signin' 360s
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Can't fuck wit us
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