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Got designer on me, that's the way that I roll
Tryna run up on me, pull up, make his eyes closed
And they hate me, they hate me, that's how life goes
And they hate me, they hate me, but we all go
And I'm in the club, going so psycho
When you match with my gang, yeah, you best lie low
30 bullets, yeah, you know I won't miss
That's just sorta how I am, yeah, she boppin' a kiss
And I stole your bitch, I ain't even know it
And she coming through, but she didn't show it
Stars in the coupe, that's a brand new whip
I ain't like you, but think you knew this
Cut you off so quick, thought I'd do it
And they hate me, but I ain't do shit
Got designer on me, that's the way that I roll
Tryna run up on me, pull up, make his eyes closed
And they hate me, they hate me, that's how life goes
And they hate me, they hate me, but we all go
And I'm in the club, going so psycho
When you match with my gang, yeah, you best lie low
Yeah, these bitches on me, that's all that I know
Been with the catch up, pull up, bloody iPhones
Pull up, bloody iPhones
Stupid bitches talking, yeah, we slit their throats
Ain't nobody said we losin'
Armor Squad, we all shootin'
30 rounds, acting foolish
Everybody fucking talking 'til they droolin'