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[Chorus] Ayy, ayy Shit ain't 'bout nothing I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level You can't play it how I play it She got that from—, she got that from Topski, by the way Fucked a birdie in the 'Hawk, that was just the other day [Verse] Wide body, by the way, so of course we both lanes I be slurring when I talk, but it's gon' matter what I say Ho, don't care about a thot, care 'bout what you wanna pay I'm embarrassed of the lean, different PT by the day Twin, I miss you, by the way, you could be here by today If you see me take a picture, in a Trackie or Bentayga Niggas first round bust, they'on even wanna play I got money in a vault, I got money just to play We'll play you like you soft if you ain't slimier than me "It's this thing of ours", what the mafia'll say I can take you to the boss, but they gon' tell you follow me I'm Topski, slatt, no make-believe rap I'm buyin' hoes bags and my sodas bleedin' racks I can't come down for a fuckin' reject I'm too damn high, and they givin' feedback She'll still be ours, but I'm the one who need that I'm Topski, slatt [Interlude] And I got me another sack, you heard? You dig what I'm sayin'? On top of being [Chorus] Ayy, ayy Shit ain't 'bout nothing I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level You can't play it how I play it She got that from—, ayy, she got that from Topski, by the way Fucked a birdie in the 'Hawk, that was just the other day [Outro] Ayy, ayy, all me, by the way She got that from Topski, by the way Shit ain't 'bout nothing I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level You can't— Shit ain't 'bout nothing I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level You ain't play it how I play it She got that from—, she got that from Topski, by the way She got that from Top—, by the way