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NYTE MAYER
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Pull out the loud, bring out the piff
Smoke up the function, ah shit
Boy what the time is? You got my wylin'
I'm on some fuck shit aye, aye
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
Pull out the loud, bring out the piff
Smoke up the function, ah shit
Boy what the time is? You got my wylin'
I'm on some fuck shit aye, aye
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
Weezy, Weezy, now I'm her fuckin' baby
I can never let a fuckboy play me
Glammed out like the fuckin' 80s
Since a fuckin' youngin' I said, "Fuck you, pay me"
I do record like I'm Martin Scorsese (Say-Z)
If I die you couldn't recreate me
Your wife gave you slops but she wanna wake me
I was raised with nothing so I'm gonna take it
I got the deuce, I spark the fumes, I get the place lit
You tried to talk, you got caught up, now you got your face hit
I see the lies, I see the truth, I know you ain't shit
You ain't what you preach, ain't what you stunt, boy go and face it
Smack a fucker up, hear his face clap
Punch me in the face but I ate that, ah shit
We don't talk shit, we don't godsend
We don't [?], we dont rate that, ah shit
Run up on a ninja then he spray back
Let a boy know where his place at, ah shit
You a little bitch, get away Jack, talk shit
Get hit, ASAP, ASAP, ASAP
Pull out the loud, bring out the piff
Smoke up the function, ah shit
Boy what the time is? You got my wylin'
I'm on some fuck shit aye, aye
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
Pull out the loud, bring out the piff
Smoke up the function, ah shit
Boy what the time is? You got my wylin'
I'm on some fuck shit aye, aye
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
That's right, this that cash life
This that fast life, racin' til I crash
Tryna find my past life
Smash the gass, do the dash
Crew masks like who dat?
You lucky if we leave you blue and black
Won't know nothing, if you knew that
They wouldn't see this coming, can't let these leaches profit
Pull out the reefa and smoke it while we talkin' lethal options
We in the docks splittin' the guap
Apartments in cities that we never walked
Whip out the sauce, heat up the wok
We bout to cook this shit up on the spot
Fuck all the reasoning, fuck with the fam
Make sure you never breathe again
Call me the little man
But all of these digits say I be the bigger man
I know some realer mans
Wipe all the prints and leave you in the river man
I need another band
Cause we bout to slap after crashing this landing
Pull out the loud, bring out the piff
Smoke up the function, ah shit
Boy what the time is? You got my wylin'
I'm on some fuck shit aye, aye
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
Pull out the loud, bring out the piff
Smoke up the function, ah shit
Boy what the time is? You got my wylin'
I'm on some fuck shit aye, aye
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy
7:30, shit get crazy, 7:30, shit get crazy