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Don't you, don't you Young rich nigga got trappertine Bad lil' bitch just won't lick on me Movin' like a YA when I was 16 Smokin' that weed and trappin' down houses Got a lock and I'm higher than I'm mounted. Drink codeine, got it coming out of fountain. What you finna do for that allowance? Bags on the floor, bags on the floor, count it. I'm going through, finna come out of count it. When I do a drop, I doubt it. You wanna get money? I'm bout it. Okay, yeah, oh, okay, oh, oh, okay. I drag you in the street. Okay, yeah, okay, oh, okay, okay. I dance right on the beat. Okay, yeah, oh, okay, okay, okay. I drag you in the street. Okay, yeah, oh, okay, okay, okay. I dance right on the beat. Okay, yeah, oh, okay, okay, okay I drag you in the street Okay, yeah, oh, okay, okay, okay I just ride on a beat Let me see where we at tonight We could bring this back to life Thought that I couldn you should be embarrassed Their egos are threatened they really should cherish Too many excuses I don wanna hear it Don't call it a patio, bitch, it's a terrorist We finna make us a killing, that's work to my desk Ain't trying to paint me as a villain and color me bad I noticed the jealousy peak and I thought we was past this This type of exposure's indecent, these niggas is classless I bet on myself when the labels thought I was a bad risk The money that I had invested is doing gymnastics This what we need, this type of engine don't run off of greed Their music ain't big as my songs let it leak They need some assistance to call the police F all the talking, the talking is cheap How many cops might they call it a fleet? Flipping the stars in the comments and media Is out in that cave you comment on me Thank you.