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No Holds Barred
Lady XO
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Ayy, YAYGO
Keep that fake love away, fuck that friendly shit
You stuck on yesterday, I'm countin' up my chips
It ain't no holds barred, I'm tryna cash these checks
They said, "Baby, you a star", bet I'ma run that shit
I stay gettin' my money up, ain't got no profit outta luck
Bitch, you cannot get next to me, I'm top-notch and you low as fuck
Be cautious 'cause I'm booted up, this shit is runnin' through my blood
Don't think about gettin' too close, bitch, you can look, but you can't touch
Come test me if you wanna buck, I promise I am not the one
I'll hustle 'til the death of me, you can't catch up, I'm on the run
I'm never runnin' outta funds, I dug shit out the fuckin' mud
I stunt like it's a hobby, makin' big moves, and I'm havin' fun
I got this shit on lock, tell 'em, "Throw away the key"
Why ya man keep tryna mac, as if he gotta chance with me?
This shit comes to me naturally, you are such a wannabe
Ain't comin' with a handbook, so you got it, or you don't G
I'm blowin' on designer trees, just hit me if you need some green
I'm plottin', and I'm schemin', tryna double up my blue cheese
Stackin' my paper steadily, you don't have the mentality
Bitch, we are not the same, and you can back the up off of me
Keep that fake love away, fuck that friendly shit
You stuck on yesterday, I'm countin' up my chips
It ain't no holds barred, I'm tryna cash these checks
They said, "Baby, you a star", bet I'ma run that shit
Keep that fake love away, fuck that friendly shit
You stuck on yesterday, I'm countin' up my chips
It ain't no holds barred, I'm tryna cash these checks
They said, "Baby, you a star", bet I'ma run that shit
Multitaskin', rollin' dope up, I'm in traffic
Mad at me, but you be lackin', always hatin' and it's tragic
Had to go and ice my bottom rack, it costed me about a stack
What you make in a week is like 7-Eleven's cash back
Yeah, I can't fuck with how you movin', nah
Yeah, you lookin' goofy how you choosin' now
Yeah, and I'm the farthest thing from stupid
Snatchin' W's, no losin', sleepin' on me like a snooze button
These bitches talkin' like they be about it
Can't put no money where your mouth is, ain't no doubt about it
Yeah, don't get it twisted, I'm too destined
And you pressin' even thinkin' like you'd ever get a mention
And they mad because I can't stop
Talkin' crazy, I'ma pull up, shit'll get you rocked
Think twice about it 'cause you know low-key you 'bout to flop
I'm passin' bitches up, get ahead, see you at the top
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