low funds

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[Intro] Pick and mix with the stick I feel like it's just the way I'm dancing in this bitch Niggas really sticked up like Tom Clancy in this bitch Tryna take my sauce and you gon run off wit it (Ayo, Ian) Sippin tea in yo hood, yeah I'm coolin wit my blick I don't need her, I'm good, yeah she left me too sick She keep grabbin on my pants, yeah she moving too quick Flew to Cali' then to France, so the cops on my dick [Chorus] (huh) Cus' they ain't stoppin' shit Ballin' like playoffs get laid off in this bitch You gettin' hate dog I hate to see it Hit shit like baseball, get homerun with this stick Yeah I'm not done Bitch, I'm high above yo head like it's Top Gun Know these niggas want me dead, this shit not fun Yeah, that nigga need somе bread he got low funds [Verse] Tryna play me, bitch I'm not onе Smokin' gas got me coughin' like it's Hot Ones Bitch, you not a top dog, I'm the Shogun Heard you bought all them blicks just to post 'em, I don't get it Blacked out, windows tinted I might crash out, I can't see what's in it Got a bad mouth, Jesus said I'm sinnin Trying not to lash out, but these niggas dissin I can't believe it I was down bad so long, you should've seen me I just spit shit so real feel like I'm preaching Yeah these niggas not real, feel like they leeching [Chorus] (huh) Cus' they ain't stoppin' shit Ballin' like playoffs get laid off in this bitch You gettin' hate dog I hate to see it Hit shit like baseball, get homerun with this stick Yeah I'm not done Bitch, I'm high above yo head like it's Top Gun Know these niggas want me dead, this shit not fun Yeah, that nigga need some bread he go low funds