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AC640 - Topic
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Yeah, takin' trips to the mall, we coppin' today, yeah
And I bought a ten out a kid, he could spend it all shoppin' today
I had the block list on these bitches
I hate when these bitches be watchin' my page
If you ain't gonna be when I need you to do what I want you
Then bitch, get the fuck out my way
They say I'm acting different
'Cause I done got me some clout and I took off with this rap
But now I need to talk to the family everyday
Two bitches tryna sellin' and reelin' the racks
People want pictures and music with me
'Cause they feelin' like I be the realest in rap
And I work so I'm sore
Get money, I want some more
I feel that shit on my core
Go ask the oppa, I'm not really considered a rapper
'Cause I'm really swingin' my door
I ain't even keep fuckin' with this bitch
This bitch gon' throw me one
This bitch wants sex
I'm tryna get her on board with this plan
I'm tryna run down this shit 'bout how mad
This shit go right, we can get out the jam
And it's getting us right
Bro I got the will I trust him with my life
Telling them rips is gonna cost us a price
Send me a diss it's gonna cost him the night
Send me a diss I'ma come through with Mike
Blow up they block like I sent him a strike
They don't know bitches all they do is type
We put that shit on lil bro add the light
Say you don't spend we ain't go through the night
The rip not clear till we go through it twice
They got me dragging my nuts with this bike
They got me dragging tryna take me a life
Nigga let's go
They got me dragged, you know I'ma catch me a beat
I'ma stay solid through this shit, no way I'ma go out like Steve
Nigga, I'm ready to fuck up a block, nigga
Just bring me a car with a key
You know you can't shoot from the street, gotta get up close
That's really how you put hoes in them tee's
That's how you put that shit down
I'ma man this shit with my foot on the ground
I'ma creep in the shot and call me a nigga with his pants down
I ain't showin' no mercy, I'm crackin' your ass
So shut the fuck up and put your hands down
And shut the fuck up and just get in that car
Go crack you a nigga, you a man now
And this shit real easy, go fuck up a street, two blocks, one car, that's me
I could teach how to spend, I could teach how to spend
This shit on repeat when you been there with me
This shit don't repeat when we been by the store
I done seen two niggas on the floor
I done seen two niggas really drop to the ground
If I had more shots I'da drop three more
You really seen your brother get crocked
I know that shit hurt to the core
And nigga we jumpin' out V's
I ain't shootin' from the three
I'm workin' this bitch 'til my arm get sore
And I'm workin' this bitch 'til my arm get tired
Go fixin' them niggas behind
Stop sendin' them dissin' lines
Your ass get crockin' just if I'm out of a time
Stop flashing that watch nigga
I'll punch in the clock and make that shit mine
I jumped off that car
That's that child run from that dream
Got hand behind
Would you ask me nigga
You know that I do what I do
I jump off them cars
I don't care who I shoot
I know Slim watchin' my back
He tall as shit
Bro on that drink like
I don't care bout them bitches nigga
I'm chasing this paper
I don't care if that lil bitch cute
I want my bitch to trick shit
She play things cool
She getting shit crack
And she throwing them moves