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Stuck In My Ways
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(Damn, Finn got it)
Let's do it, let's do it
Come on, come on, my brother
Free my set, free Cortez, free Moe
RZ, it's my set, man, it's Sac, it's my set
Come on, let's do it
Uh, this my third Perc', a different level, boy, I'm high as fuck
Don't ask me who I smoke, that's
Confidential, here's how I started truck
We come through and get you, leave 'em stiff, look like we tied 'em up
These bitches got no names, might hit who with you if he close enough
Everything hittin' real clear, these diamonds
My teeth came before I had thะต fame
They fakin' they kill for thesะต bitches
I spent the arm and a leg for watch and my chain
And I came from shit, so I'll still pop out
Designer, but mix the shit up with the J's
No, I'm not one of these artists, I be the
One tryna spin, bitch, I'm stuck in my ways
All-black fit, ridin' an all-black
Truck with an all-black 300 Blackout
Bitch, he dick, can't even give her a
Kiss 'cause I heard about her background
Whole lot of Drac', them boys around me
Nigga try to get off, know I'm uppin' my heat
I know a bitch that'll fuck you for free
Then kick your ass out, tell you to leave
I got a bro that's ready to crash, spend his last all on weed
Double cup my coffee cup, I swear that this is not caffeine
You what I like, you can stay for the night
But, baby, please don't cause no scene
Three times your rent, spent that on a ring
Got a ho from the 6 eatin' dick for sheen
Been on too many drills, my shooters elite
Tripped up and killed, should have had some cleats
Don't mention this shit up in vain, we done
Already been to South, Cliff, and the East
You know that it's all facts when I speak
That bag really get shit touched with ease
You know I'm finna knock this shit down by the two-
Double, homie, next time, we gon' catch like three
Catch like three just to do it for free
Put an opp in the 'Wood, put an opp in a leaf
I never ran from shit, you can ask my
Brother, I swear that this just me
Off of like five different drugs in the
Back of the Benz, bro pull up in a Jeep
Told her, "I don't want your love, I want
Your friend," you can't even compete
This my third Perc', a different level, boy, I'm high as fuck
Don't ask me who I smoke, that's
Confidential, here's how I started truck
We come through and get you, leave 'em stiff, look like we tied 'em up
These bitches got no names, might hit who with you if he close enough
Everything hittin' real clear, these diamonds
My teeth came before I had the fame
They fakin' they kill for these bitches
I spent the arm and a leg for watch and my chain
And I came from shit, so I'll still pop out
Designer, but mix the shit up with the J's
No, I'm not one of these artists, I be the
One tryna spin, bitch, I'm stuck in my ways
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