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Shorty got wap like Fetty

Breadwinner, I love to get bready

They know my bop Mr. EverythingDeady

And shots to the eye now he lookin' like Fetty, b**h

I be geekin', I tote on a what?

Shorty a thottie, she don't give a f**k

She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt

And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run

He dumb, he a bot

B**h on my body, she totin' my gun

You run, don't stop

You feelin' hot, you get sent to the sun

Graah, is you dumb?

I'm with the 4s and they ready to dump

He can't run it's a switch on my gun

PTSD from the s**t that I done

Told-told Dre put the bеam on a drum

Like if he slippin' we fill him with shots

Hе got flocked now he poppin' his bottle

Big 41 got the city on hots

**** b**h I'm on hots

And on bro if I spot a opp, bet he get shot

We in the party we 41 boppin' n**a

See a opp he get parked, no lot

Like shoot a n**a, do it with precision

I got like 4 bitches I'm feeling imprisoned

Cartier glasses, 2020 vision

Like I don't politic with politicians

I'm in the club do not pass me a shot, I already been sippin'

Pay the price or you getting evicted

Chops in the spot so we gotta dismiss em'

Grah, Grah, Grah

.40 gon' pop too loud like f**k, I cannot listen

Like Casa hitting, might f**k up my vision

I don't give a f**k I might it up and click it, damn

Shorty got wap like Fetty

Breadwinner, I love to get bready

They know my bop Mr. EverythingDeady

And shots to the eye now he lookin' like Fetty, b**h

I be geekin', I tote on a what?

Shorty a thottie, she don't give a f**k

She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt

And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run

He dumb, he a bot

B**h on my body, she totin' my gun

You run, don't stop

You feelin' hot, you get sent to the sun

Like I can't fall, I'm not used to the love

Sippin' wocky, this s**t got me weak

I'm-I'm felling faint, and my body is leaning

Seeing demons, I thought I was dreaming, graah

Like-like how you love me?

You don't know the meaning

She don't love me, she wanna be rich, like

I cannot stress on a b**h

Two-two deep, me and Sheik in they projects

I'm a rapper but still in the field

I-I gotta stand on the s**t that I started

If you with me you better be real

Smoke-smoke za, I can't feel

Like .30 on me, I can't get killed

I'm off a 30 clutching on my .30

Too many thooties, don't know who to pick, like

Yeah I'm sippin' on sprite but it's dirty

Youngest stepper they don't want me to win

Shorty playin' I'm texting her friend

She can tell I'm the shit, and she see that I'm lit

Like everywhere imma go with a grip

Damn, I don't know when this s**t gonna end

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