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BEST OF ME
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Long barrel on that rifle, trust me, it'll reach
I'm gon' keep applyin' that pressure, ain't nobody pressin' me
We walked in together, cut you off 'cause you was a leech
We walked in together, cut your ass off 'cause you a leech
Revolver gon' hold them shells, chamber look like Venice Beach
Every ho I come in contact with wanna be the best of me
Niggas tryna fuck me over, ain't gon' get the best of me
Niggas tryna fuck me over, ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me (Oh)
In the trenches with hellraisers
Real bad day for a hater
Rick Owens, got 'em tailored
Gucci, Goyard, gator
Shawty in love with the flavor
Bitch better do me a favor
Call up the girl next door
Young nigga fuckin' on neighbors
Still ain't touchin' my paper
Hate me now, just love me later
Foreign cars slidin' on razors
Suicide doors in the 'Cadi
Brown Molly, Hennessy
Perc' 30, ecstasy
Lower tears off the leash
Life gon' be the death of me
Thirty round, hundred round on that heat
Ho, ain't no finessing me
Ain't no stylist dressing me
Tell me who be fresh as me
'Rari pullin' up, know it's ski
Black Hellcat, that SRT
Get my initials on my seat
Vrooming, got a need for speed
Long barrel on that rifle, trust me, it'll reach
I'm gon' keep applyin' that pressure, ain't nobody pressin' me
We walked in together, cut you off 'cause you was a leech
We walked in together, cut your ass off 'cause you a leech
Revolver gon' hold them shells, chamber look like Venice Beach
Every ho I come in contact with wanna be the best of me
Niggas tryna fuck me over, ain't gon' get the best of me
Niggas tryna fuck me over, ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me (Oh)
I'm fuckin' with you, don't doubt it
I love you, don't even doubt it
Do whatever to see you smilin'
And I hate to see you poutin'
Collect that guap, then count it
Pour red up, then I down it
Stuck up, edible brownies
Pretty bad hoes all around me
I'm gon' do just what it takes so you'll never stress again
I'm gon' pull up, break the bank so you won't have to be with them
I can't cash it like a check because I wanna see it win
I can't be the rest of 'em, never fold, never bend
Long barrel on that rifle, trust me, it'll reach
I'm gon' keep applyin' that pressure, ain't nobody pressin' me
We walked in together, cut you off 'cause you was a leech
We walked in together, cut your ass off 'cause you a leech
Revolver gon' hold them shells, chamber look like Venice Beach
Every ho I come in contact with wanna be the best of me
Niggas tryna fuck me over, ain't gon' get the best of me
Niggas tryna fuck me over, ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me (Oh)
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Own a six-shot revolver before that thirty-two (Boom-boom-boom)
Black suede Timberland boots and some dirty True's (Yeah, yeah)
All you lyin' sons of bitches had it comin' to you (Yeah, yeah)
You yellow-belly ass boys scared to bend the rules (Nah, for real)
Kickin' down doors, stick 'em up and we loadin' (Boom-boom-boom)
Tryna be a bandit, buddy, cut it out, we gon' shoot you (Bah-bah-bah)
Goin' out in a blaze of glory, baby
I'm gon' outshoot you (Gon' outshoot you)
Two guns, one shot, we duelin' (We duelin')
You was wrong, I was right, you stupid (You stupid)
Got a lot to say, except for in person, you don't go on mute
Stomp 'em out, stomp 'em out, then go wipe my boots (Ooh)
Plant some seeds in her soil, I'll expand the roots (Ooh)
Run it like routes (Run it)
Run it, run it like routes (Run it)
Run it up, run it like routes (Run it)
Run it up, run it like routes (Run it)
Mustang, giddy up on some
'Rari, horse gon' give me one (Vroom, vroom)
Dove birds, go on, go on, go on 'head, flip me some
Cock a .44 cal' with a thumper
.44 Cal', I'ma dump that thunder
Caught him at the light and flipped his Hummer
No, I ain't slidin', my pistol gunnin'
I don't give 'em money, I don't fund 'em
Shorty call me cute, I'm gon' run it
All of my niggas 'bout that money
Crack an egg, Humpty Dumpty
Sawed-off shotty, six-gauge pumpin'
AR scope adjust the focus
Methamphetamine for the focus
I can't let you break my focus
I can't let you break my focus
I can't let you break my focus
I can't let you break my focus
I can't let 'em break my focus
I can't let 'em break my focus
I won't let 'em break my focus
I can't let 'em break my focus
They won't bring down my focus
Nah
My focus
My focus
My focus
My focus
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