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Yo (Babybeel), I get high, yo
Yuh, these niggas fake (Brr), these hoes is fake (Babybeel)
Yuh, this ho do a line, then she tell me everything that she hate
She sings every line to my song
'Cause she know she can't hate
Had to say sorry to my mom for all the drugs that I take
Bih, I fucked up off pills and the drank (Bi')
Cannot hear shit that you sayin' (Bi')
Me and twin hop out, sprayin' shit
I can't have no main bi', I don't want no fame, bi'
I'm like "Fuck the fame bi' ", in my hood, I'm sanctioned
M241 sanctioned, M149 sanctioned
Them shootas do not say shit
In the trap, I'm famous, yo' ho see me, she fainted
Can't have my heart, its tainted
She want love, told her "Save that shit"
(Save that shit) Save that shit, huh
(Save that shit) Save that shit (Save that shit)
That ho wants some love
And I told her save that shit (Save that shit)
Yeah, she wants some love and I told her "Save that shit", yo
I step on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that shit", yeah
I get on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that shit" (Play that shit)
I step on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that shit", yo
Run that shit (Yo), huh, run yo' shit, yo
Finesse cult, bitch, like, run yo' shit, yo
And I think I need a ambulance, I'm bleeding out on my desk
I don't need no medicine, I take the hand out, I'm not stressed
I take a hand out, I'm notโ, yo
I'm not sick no more, 'till I saw her post
Now I'm getting throat, get off mic', might fuck this ho
Tell my bros what I'm on, this hoes trippin' in my phone
Tell the ho, "Get out my phone,"
"You not listening and I don't have time"
Bitch, trust me, I'd rather get fried (Yeah)
Bitch, I'd rather get fried
This bitch straight living a lie, so she get kicked out the ride
I'm on the ride with two studs, you know that I'm clutching that nine
Yo bi' say, "Yuke is the best"
So she givin' them cheeks and all of her time
You really went after that smut after me
Yeah, that shit had me cryin'
I'm sweatin' grease like a fucking athlete
You know what the fuck goin' on
Bitch, I make bread like a athlete, but I don't play no sports
With that '223, I'm shootin' greens, I'm shootin' from full court
Told 'em come backstage and beat that nigga up if you come to my tour
Misery tour, to yo' bitch house, she told me, don't pull out
Misery tour, straight to yo' trap, pull up with gang, we catching hats
We double back, we spin again
Smoking from the black then shoot at yo' town
Smell all the rats we shootin' at now
Call all my haters, like, "Where were you when?"
Yeah, call all my haters like, "Where were you when?"
Call all my haters, likeโ (Yeah)
Call all my haters, like, "Where were you when?"
Yo
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