Incase!

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[Verse] Might as well go send the opps some binoculars 'cause I know these niggas always be watchin' I might just go do some rich nigga shit and spend fifty or sixty on one or two watches XD-45, it go (Blatt) when I pop him They thinking to themselves, "Damn, who gon' stop him?" Won't send his addy, it's cool, bro, we got it He try to play me? Okay, that is not it Same place we left him, the same place we found him She told me, "Daddy, slow down, it do not fit" Honestly, bro, I'm just droppin' this shit 'cause the Ills Verront check was a fat-ass deposit Can't understand how a nigga who never met me bеfore always got some shit to say Talkin' crazy like niggas don't know you ain't 'bout shit Do anything for somе clout, it's okay 'cause my niggas really on some shoot up your house shit She want a Birkin, I told that bitch, "Buy it yourself," now she getting out the bed on some pout shit I give two fucks 'bout the internet, try me in person, my slay on the jump in the crowd shit 'Wood full of ZaZa, 'Wood full of ZaZa, yours full of ha-ha, we on that loud shit We in that high rise, he work at Five Guys still tryna talk down, he on some clown shit My choppa big as the head on DaBaby, in case a nigga want some shit with some bop in it Came in this bitch with a Prada backpack on my shoulder, don't test me 'cause I keep my Glock in it This ho so pretty, might buy her a Bentley, but she talk too much, told that bitch, "Put a sock in it" I'll kill ya mother, ya brother, ya father, ya cousin, we find out the opps who you rocking with I feel like Wayne 'cause I want me a milli', a milli', a milli', but that still ain't stopping shit We just touched down in New York, finna go do my milli', my milli', my milli', my rock and shit Remember them days it was Fruit of The Loom, now my boxers Supreme and my T-shirt is Burberry Gave you a chance to come prove what you 'bout and you turned that shit down, I just knew you was so scary I just might cop my lil' brother a brand-new M3 with the same color seats as a damn cherry Lot of these hoes blaming shit on they sign, it ain't got shit to do with you being a damn Aries
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