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I done lost count how many times they done counted me out
So many horses in the whip, I'm like, 'Howdy, we out'
He ain't even worth a ten, ball do the bounty of thou'
Bitch, I got a sweet tooth, I'm rollin' up brownies and stouts
The way I ball, fuck around, surround me with some scouts
The way I ball, how the fuck I ain't go D1?
Tell her find a dick, open up the fridge and eat one
Everyone feel safe on they block until them creeps come
I done lost count how many times they done counted me out
So many horses in the whip, I'm like, 'Howdy, we out'
He ain't even worth a ten, ball do the bounty of thou'
Bitch, I got a sweet tooth, I'm rollin' up brownies and stouts
The way I ball, fuck around, surround me with some scouts
The way I ball, how the fuck I ain't go D1?
Tell her find a dick, open up the fridge and eat one
Everyone feel safe on they block until them creeps come
Ain't nobody tryna play it safe, we outside, boy
What I'm rollin' up louder than a outside voice
Tryna claim the hood, but he from right outside Detroit
Had to take the switch from Neff, that's a outside toy
Even if it ain't a blog, them boys down five points
What I stuffed in a loose leaf, about five joints
Why you tryna play? You beat 'em both, die, boy
If I told you 'bout your bae, you beat 'em both, cry, boy
Two-seventy-five, ninety-four, seventy-five
I done made a hundred off them three balls, seventy times
Every badge maxed out, I guess I'm a demi-god
Holdin' two- six, servin' bills, guess I'm Le'Veon
What I'm rollin' up louder than a outside voice
Tryna claim the hood, but he from right outside Detroit
Had to take the switch from Neff, that's a outside toy
Even if it ain't a blog, them boys down five points
What I stuffed in a loose leaf, about five joints
Why you tryna play? You beat 'em both, die, boy
If I told you 'bout your bae, you beat 'em both, cry, boy
Two-seventy-five, ninety-four, seventy-five
I done made a hundred off them three balls, seventy times
Every badge maxed out, I guess I'm a demi-god
Holdin' two- six, servin' bills, guess I'm Le'Veon
I ain't eat too with you at lunch, unless your name was Kevion
Talkin' 'bout he gon' kill us like what type of Finneon
Over did the shrooms, everything square, pentagons
You used to tell mom, but now you tell the cops
If they caught him with the dog, he should've stuck the settlin's eye
Shot a hit, all eight shots, he far from a cheddar bomb
I don't care if he talk to Lil' Rock, set a bomb, I'ma send the mob
It's a prop what I tell the cops
Three words when we touch down, 'Set up shop'
If she get incentivised fuck around, press the box
Where the spot got more food in it than a restaurant?
Talkin' 'bout he gon' kill us like what type of Finneon
Over did the shrooms, everything square, pentagons
You used to tell mom, but now you tell the cops
If they caught him with the dog, he should've stuck the settlin's eye
Shot a hit, all eight shots, he far from a cheddar bomb
I don't care if he talk to Lil' Rock, set a bomb, I'ma send the mob
It's a prop what I tell the cops
Three words when we touch down, 'Set up shop'
If she get incentivised fuck around, press the box
Where the spot got more food in it than a restaurant?
G6, I'm finna transform like a Decepticon
Know the bitch face, but her name, can't remember it
He ainʼt got a bone in his back, dawg, he tenderin'
Camouflage chrome heart like I'm lan Veneracion
Camouflage TRX, lookin' like a veteran
Long live the gang
Long live the gang, Tris pops, for they remembrance
I let 'em have the whole clip, shit, I'm generous
Tell yo' bitch Duncan Turner, 'Bobby, I'm degenerous'
Morocco China better treat me like the president
He ain't the main character, his middle name, irrelevant
Shit, I'm probably somewhere out of town you never went
Know the bitch face, but her name, can't remember it
He ainʼt got a bone in his back, dawg, he tenderin'
Camouflage chrome heart like I'm lan Veneracion
Camouflage TRX, lookin' like a veteran
Long live the gang
Long live the gang, Tris pops, for they remembrance
I let 'em have the whole clip, shit, I'm generous
Tell yo' bitch Duncan Turner, 'Bobby, I'm degenerous'
Morocco China better treat me like the president
He ain't the main character, his middle name, irrelevant
Shit, I'm probably somewhere out of town you never went
Handin' the clerk an amount you ain't never spent
He ain't ever sent to Blitz, he assistant coach
If I can't get no head, bitch, what you my assistant for?
Ballin' brodie choppa with the kick, I'm assistinʼ G.O.A.T
Already took Earth over, bitch, it's a militia globe
A hunnid blunts, it ain't no way we don't get feed for smoke
We gon' make her very hard to sleep and put the Reaper on her
Guarantee I make her hit her knees off of Winky Mosey
Shitty boy's toilet got a forty- inch TV on it
What, his ears don't work 'cause the CZs on him?
His fans act crazy in my DMs when the CD loadin'
Game point, fuck around and hit the GG on him
He ain't ever sent to Blitz, he assistant coach
If I can't get no head, bitch, what you my assistant for?
Ballin' brodie choppa with the kick, I'm assistinʼ G.O.A.T
Already took Earth over, bitch, it's a militia globe
A hunnid blunts, it ain't no way we don't get feed for smoke
We gon' make her very hard to sleep and put the Reaper on her
Guarantee I make her hit her knees off of Winky Mosey
Shitty boy's toilet got a forty- inch TV on it
What, his ears don't work 'cause the CZs on him?
His fans act crazy in my DMs when the CD loadin'
Game point, fuck around and hit the GG on him
Can't believe you trust that lil' ho, she be pee-pee blowin'
Final form, what, I'm nowhere near my last fame?
I just think about the old times on my bad days
Huh, high as hell, just be reminiscin'
I had a pocket full of lit, so I'ma spend some chicken
It's only right I act a fool
I wish I would've brought a snorkel, that bitch had a pool
Don't let us catch you count sheep, I'm with a pack of wolves
Aye, yeah, shitty boys
Dosh and Lisher
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, aye
Aye, aye, aye
Bitch, shh
Final form, what, I'm nowhere near my last fame?
I just think about the old times on my bad days
Huh, high as hell, just be reminiscin'
I had a pocket full of lit, so I'ma spend some chicken
It's only right I act a fool
I wish I would've brought a snorkel, that bitch had a pool
Don't let us catch you count sheep, I'm with a pack of wolves
Aye, yeah, shitty boys
Dosh and Lisher
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, aye
Aye, aye, aye
Bitch, shh
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