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[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Woke up, I couldn't believe it I had a roll on me and I was layin' with Mona Lisa This shit told not sold, nah, I can't teach you Ridin' with them bales on me, got the whole whip reekin' [Verse 2: Tay B] Huh, ridin' 'round them sticks and you know they ain't legal No, I ain't tryna kick it, this is not no FIFA I'ma fuck you like once or twice, I ain't gon' keep you Better bring another bitch 'cause you know I ain't gon' eat you [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] My trap not a regular trap, you probably live there I made two hundred, you made your first ten, how it's still fair? Go the mile, go the distance, take them chances, I got jail fare Still flyin', get excited when I hеar that the mail here [Verse 4: Tay B] Lil' baby do lashеs and she sell hair I should put a stamp on the 'bows that say, "Sell here" I should put a sign in my grass that say, "Mail here" You should put a tattoo on your lips that say, "Tell here" [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] Bone in my body keep telling me, "Get some money" Gun feeling, tellin' me to cut you off, you movin' funny Thousand-something miles away, I'm chillin' in Kentucky Got locked up, was lucky, met a Chaldean, he was my bunkie [Verse 6: Tay B] You do anything a nigga say, you a flunkie I can be like, "Jump off a bridge", nigga, trust me I gotta keep winnin', I fall off, they ain't gon' love me Like you forgot how I was ballin', Rodney Stuckey [Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd] Found a U-Haul, I stuffed that bitch and then I went the distance Told my nigga, "Strap your nuts on", we on a mission Made two hundred gettin' some cribs, we buyin' back the trenches Keep your circle tight 'cause you don't know who out to get you Been a boss, been gettin' money way back when I was little Get turned off when I found out some bums hit you One nigga rat out your clique, then it be a ripple I really got it out the mud, out the dirt, out the ribble [Verse 8: Tay B] Out the dirt, out the ribble, you gon' need a shovel Anything I want I gotta get, I can't settle Fucked a bad bitch off thirty-pointers in my bezel I'm at the point in life I gotta fit you in my schedule You gotta come around just to be nosy, I can't let you 'Ll never catch me trippin' on no ho 'cause I got several You better watch your mouth, you'll end up in a stretcher If you my favorite fiend, you gon' end up with a tester