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Lirik
I issue d**e out of my ho house

I count money and blow smoke out

I f**k groupies I sell shows out

I lost niggas I pour more out

Ain't your business stay in your lane

Ayy don't speak on sh*t you don't know bout

All that back and forth talkin'

If it's real beef then shots gos out yeah

That's just how I feel about it that's just how I'm feelin'

I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies drop the ceiling

Ho callin' my phone talkin' about time you ain't mine

Niggas tryna get with the gang nah you ain't my kind

You ain't my kind p**sy stand in line

Don't call my phone when you do I hit decline

See shots gon' go out they gon' ask me about my whereabouts

I was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth

Icebox got my wrist froze on me seafood I'm at Pappadeaux

I got my lil young b**ch mouth wide open trap don't ever close

I got my lil niggas on some hot sh*t ridin' with Dracos

If they catch a charge don't worry about it bonds I make those

Thumbin' through these pesos in the Bando with Big Dandro

I went crazy in Guns N Ammo I must think I'm Rambo

Through money guns and crime BGE yeah that's my Famo

I handle wicks like a candle

Pull a drive by out a Lambo

I issue d**e out of my ho house

I count money and blow smoke out

I f**k groupies I sell shows out

I lost niggas I pour more out

Ain't your business stay in your lane

Ayy don't speak on sh*t you don't know about

All that back and forth talkin'

If it's real beef then shots gos out yeah

That's just how I feel about it that's just how I'm feelin'

I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies drop the ceiling

Ho callin' my phone talkin' about time you ain't mine

Niggas tryna get with the gang nah you ain't my kind

Indictment time niggas out here droppin' dimes

I'm somewhere layin' low with my feet up on recline

Don't pay no mind I'm just worried about me and mine

You wasn't straight from the start

You a fraud I peeped the signs

You lil niggas so behind

You need to catch up like Heinz

Diamonds ooh they shinin'

Invested fifty in my time

I walk in christian loub's spike on my shoe like porcupine

Hitters in the trap spot holdin' choppers lookin' out blinds yeah

I'm on the grind ooh I been runnin' up iron yeah

My watch ain't regular I got them pointers in mine

I got a ho that's a dime she never get out of line

She know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of turn

She can get fired

I issue d**e out of my ho house

I count money and blow smoke out

I f**k groupies I sell shows out

I lost niggas I pour more out

Ain't your business stay in your lane

Ayy don't speak on sh*t you don't know about

All that back and forth talkin'

If it's real beef then shots gos out yeah

That's just how I feel about it that's just how I'm feelin'

I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies drop the ceiling

Ho callin' my phone talkin' about time you ain't mine

Niggas tryna get with the gang nah you ain't my kind