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[Intro] (Ayy, turn me up one more time, DJ) (BangThatShit) Come on, ayy [Verse] I had to keep keep goin' on niggas I was just chillin' at the crib, so I hit the road on niggas Fuck around and made a hundred, I ain't comin' home on niggas I know some killers who got locked, and they went bold on niggas Don't make me tap your head Man, you be beatin' on your bitch, I tap dope instead I always get the pussy from that bitch 'cause I hate her head Big baller, shot caller, she like, "Boy, stop stallin'" Ayy, man, she been tryna fuck for days, I ain't got the time for her Rich nigga, change hoes just like I change my clothes You don't wanna play with me, wе kill people, Tae D.O.E That's not shawty on thе low, nigga, and everybody knows Man, I ain't trippin' if she fucked, though, that's everybody ho I drive the foreign like a stollie and a stollie like a stollie I treat the baddest of the baddest hoes like shit, act like I don't know 'em You be hangin' 'round a nigga who be snitchin', shit, I gotta go Real street nigga, and you don't know me, I be done wiped your nose I be the reason that these niggas gotta go I be the reason niggas gotta hide they ho So on the count of three Nigga, I start rollin' up the weed because I love to smoke Nigga, I love this beef shit, even my mama know Nigga, come blow somethin', I'm rollin' up a three-five right now, finna go torch it Nigga, I'm really in the hood, y'all lil' niggas be porch thuggin' And if I'm out of town, I'm probably with the plug or somethin' Man, I just scored on some drank Not really, 'cause lil' brodie poured me up Drug addict, I dropped a Percy in my cup Bad bitch, and she snuck the blicky in If she gon' do whatever I say, I'll probably let her have some kids I'm in Miami with the top down, the blicky on my lap Shit, I've been lookin' for the opps, I'm even searching Google Maps My dog out of town with the girl, and you know that bitch got slapped I lost some money fuckin' with her, but I ain't trippin' over that Man, real player, I had to— My nigga I mean, it's all about the money, ain't it? Ready to kill for them hundreds, I be forgetting I'm famous She tried to charge me for that pussy, I be forgetting I paid it Eleven hundred for my shoes, and two thousand for my jacket And my hoes just like me, I treat 'em better than they daddy Man, I got bad hoes do whatever I say, probably a fan And I ain't even used to see my teachers enough for them to pass me Man, new year, new whips, I'll fuck around and get a Trackhawk Man, you fuck around and get high off of the contact when I pass, dog Man, y'all lil' niggas road, that's why we laugh at y'all I got tunnel vision, when I'm wide open, I don't pass the ball I get fresh just to chill inside the crib Baby, I wanna fuck your friend, I'm gon' tell her how it is You want beef? On the count of three, I'm comin' to your crib You fuck around and play with me, I'll fuck around and split your wig