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Bitch, I'm gon' run while you pacin'
Watch the car that you chasin'
We gon' kill 'em with the snipers
Broke niggas, they don't like us
Dead one, I'ma make another one
Mama told me, "Don't fuck with the street"
I'ma submit, I'ma do me
I've been to jail, I've been through hell
I'm from the streets where they eatin'
They taxin' them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on runnin' back
'Cause I'm in love with the trap
He's a dope boy
Servin' all the fiends, that's what he known for
We be cruisin' the city all night with the chauffeur
That's my coke boy
Realer than most boys
'Cause I'm in love with
Shawty on go
Run up, this .30 gon' blow
Cuffin' these bitches, they know
Money to eat, run it up
I catch a seizure
Pussy, I'm heatin' this fever
Hate for no reason
Bands up and next to my season
Show me the real, I'ma keep it
Down on my last
Bitches ain't help, but they laugh
Hundred K, count it in cash
Dope boy, dope boy
Dope boy, I stay, I stay
Glock stay, bitch, I'm what I said, I'm sure
When we young, high school, ran up in the gym
First time that I swung with a roller
We ain't down, come lay on my shoulder
L be standin' on his wig and he colder
I'ma pull up, get a bag
No, I won't tell a nigga, I pass
Hate you, she real
Hate you, she trill
Hate you, the baddest to come out the field
Pretty and chill, fly to the hills
Hurt a man once, he be ready to kill
Shawty the goat
Bad bitch, all that coke
Fuckin' and poppin' the stove
Niggas on ice, they know
I'm someone they wanna know, yeah
Mama told me, "Don't fuck with the street"
I'ma submit, I'ma do me
I've been to jail, I've been through hell
I'm from the streets where they eatin'
They taxin' them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on runnin' back
'Cause I'm in love with the trap
He's a dope boy
Servin' all the fiends, that's what he known for
We be cruisin' the city all night with the chauffeur
That's my coke boy
Realer than most boys
'Cause I'm in love with
Sellin' this dope
I got a freak and she like to get choked
Keep it low-key with her, I never post
I know her body, I be takin' notes
I got this liquor, she drivin' the boat
She ain't in denial, she know I'm the G.O.A.T
I'm dressed in designer, got mink on my coat
And she know I know she a freak on the low
I'm in the street with it, I'm in the trenches
You better not call me with all of that bitchin'
That pussy on lock and she never be friendly
Hit from the back and bitch, I got you twitchin'
I see it all through these Cartier lenses
You know that I got the streets in a frenzy
I got these diamonds, I got these VV's
Hood in control like I work in QC
No other bitch gon' do me like you do me
I stole your heart, you gon' have to sue me
We ain't got no friends, the Benz got two seats
Yeah, you don't really need nobody
You better believe you got it
I fuck with you 'cause you solid
Yeah, I fuck with you 'cause you solid, yeah, yeah
Mama told me, "Don't fuck with the street"
I'ma submit, I'ma do me
I've been to jail, I've been through hell
I'm from the streets where they eatin'
They taxin' them quarters, they greedy
But I keep on runnin' back
'Cause I'm in love with the trap
He's a dope boy
Servin' all the fiends, that's what he known for
We be cruisin' the city all night with the chauffeur
That's my coke boy
Realer than most boys
'Cause I'm in love with
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