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Havin My Way
Young Nudy
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Stunna 4 Vegas
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Uh, uh, uh
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These niggas act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These niggas act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin'
That lil' nigga flex, Hercules
I'm walkin' straight in, ain't no searchin' me (Fuck)
Put this dick on her, she like, "You hurtin' me"
Glock with a dick, send 'em up, no surgery (Come here)
He got hit with the whole magazine
Want beef with us, you need strategy (Huh)
I hit that nat, she attached to me
I'm with your ho blowin' dope off the balcony, uh
I spent your rent on a Moncler (Cash)
I made it back the next day (No cap)
I see through these niggas, x-ray (Fuck)
She give me head, not headaches, uh (Nat nat)
Boy, you in the way, you dead weight (Bitch)
I spend backends on AK's (Blaow)
ARP's and them drake things
I put a rap check on your whole gang (Get 'em out of there)
I really be where they can't hang (Huh?)
Treat an opp block like a gun range (Hah)
I treat a thot thot like she nothin' (Ooh)
I came from shit, I make racks off performing (On gang)
And I'm booked like I'm touring (Booked)
All month, backends keep coming (Cash)
Ho called, she say she horny
I'm on the road, I'll be there in the morning (Thot thot)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These niggas act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These niggas act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts (Uh)
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there, Uh)
He say it's up, it's stuck (Uh)
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Yeah)
Pull up in a tank like Master P (Yeah)
Yeah, niggas be after me (Yeah)
I got a 2.2.3 with me, yeah
That bitch gon' shoot with me (Yeah)
Y'all niggas dyin' in the streets tryna play with me
You know I love fuckin' beats (Yeah)
And I love fuckin' freaks
Fuck your ho, yeah, to sleep, yeah
And she wanna get geeked
Let that ho sip the double cup, yeah, with me, yeah
And I'm, I'm a king
Paradise East, PDE, yeah (Yeah)
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me when it come to this beef (Uh-uh)
I'm pullin' up 'bout four deep
Everybody strapped up with me (Yeah)
We got them thirties and chopsticks (Yeah)
Yeah, nigga, we gon' mop shit (Yeah)
Shoot a motherfuckin' opp bitch (Yeah)
And middle finger to the cops, bitch (Oh yeah)
On the block I be givin' niggas hell
Hell yeah, I'm shell (I'm shell)
Thirty round, nah, nah for real
Y'all niggas know what it is
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These niggas act like I ain't done enough (Huh?)
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck, uh
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Nope)
I'm havin' racks and I'm havin' my way with this shit (Racks)
Is you tryna fuck or what? (Thot thot)
I'm first in line, ain't no runner-up (Fuck)
These niggas act like I ain't done enough
We open fire, no uppercuts
Put him on the plate, he Sunday brunch (Get him out of there)
He say it's up, it's stuck
I'm goin' in, I ain't goin' for nothin'
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