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Keep it a buck fifty1/20/2024 Hatin' on me, but they wanna bе just like me, I know Jealousy is onе of the ugliest things to show, oh Poppin' A-215s, the only thing that numbs Yeah, yeah, hit the plug, now I'm tryna get her some These drugs got me stuck inside a prison They put me in the groove, help me find my rhythm I take drugs and tote my pistol FN hangin' out Balenciaga denim Pockets got Death Race for Love money in 'em We set up shops, catch an opp then we skin 'em Then mail his head to his motherfuckin' children My goal is billions, I'm up millions Superstar, not a civilian Me and Ben Frank got cool, we chillin' I ain't mean to say chillin', bitch, I'm billin' At least I ain't drug dealin' Hit the mall and I spend me a lottery ticket I don't kick it with groupies, with my bitch, I'm bickin' it Me and her get so high, we can't feel ligaments Still fuckin' off of the Perkies, we intimate Leave Earth, we ain't comin' back, nigga 40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (sticks), uh Livin' my life on the money hunt 30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (blunt). Skrrt, swerve or somethin' Hop off on your ass and go earn some Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some I don't go shopping without my gun (yeah). I'ma keep it a buck fifty (uh), you can't fuck with me (uh-uh) Try to run on me (what?), we gon' bust semi's (grrah, grrah) In the trap house, water whippin' (uh) I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (uh) Nigga, this my city (uh-huh, my city) Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (ride with me)
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