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[Intro: Allen Iverson] It's easy to sum it up, when you just talk about practice We sitting in here, I'm supposed to be the franchise player, and we in here talking about practice I mean, listen, we talking about practice Not a game, not a game, practice [Chorus] My niggas carry them choppas and sticks I'm tryna see what the problem is Stopped going to school and I got really rich Now I might fuck on a college bitch Ayy, I feel like YoungBoy 'cause bitch I got so many kids Niggas tryna steal the swag, niggas can't do it like this [Verse 1] I'm only seventeen, been counting money so get off my dick My lil' bro say your name Dakota so you got put some cold on ya wrist I don't go for no bitch Hop out the four door, bitch with like four hoes, one for each door I really don't know why niggas try me, these niggas already know how it go I already know that your bitch is on go I had to pull up and flex on these hoes Remember when I was stealing out the store Now I spend a couple thousand on some clothes Coolin' at the top, y'all ain't even close I do shit, these niggas don't Told that bitch that I'm from Pluto, you can't catch me spending money on your ho These niggas got no swag with it If she want a Prada bag, get her two so that bitch can mix match with it Draco with extended mag, fuck his stomach up like he ate bad chicken Now she rocking all black just because of me, made that bitch act different Pull up in the yellow coupe like a bumblebee and I still act civic Had to put these rap niggas in some time out, like I got bad children Told her pull up to the crib, knock her spine out, leave her fuckin' back itchin' They ask why I walk around with my 9 out, 'cause I'm really back, nigga I'm back I'm lil' 'Kota bitch and you know this Your bitch gave me top in that mofuckin' Ford but I'm high as a bitch I can't focus We ride around in a Lamb', I brought that bitch in some bold shit I really fell in love with the money I tell her, "Lil' bitch, I'm devoted" [Chorus] My niggas carry them choppas and sticks I'm tryna see what the problem is Stopped going to school and I got really rich Now I might fuck on a college bitch I feel like YoungBoy, got so many kids Tryna steal swag, you can't do it like this I cannot stand none these niggas on dick Run up on me, any nigga I'll pit [Verse 2] I'm still going up, know these fuck niggas sick Pull up in that truck, in that mofuckin' big body If you wanted smoke nigga, then we could hit 'bout it I don't give a fuck 'bout that lil a- (Fit) Rick Owens, bitch, Number (N)ine Play then I'm bustin' it down, that bitch she bussin' it down Bitches gon' lie in your face, if you want lie to me nigga, I could put the 9 in your face Live this shit like I'm 'posed to, 'cause you know I'm gon' die anyway Made a millie off of Pro Tools, give a fuck what y'all gotta say [Chorus] My niggas carry them choppas and sticks I'm tryna see what the problem is Stopped going to school and I got really rich Now I might fuck on a college bitch I feel like YoungBoy, got so many kids Tryna steal swag, you can't do it like this I cannot stand none these niggas on dick Run up on me, any nigga I'll pit