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[Intro: TrDee] Yeah Yeah Okay Started with a crumb then I turned it to a (It's BlueStrip, baby) I turned it to a, yeah Started with a [Verse 1: TrDee] Started with a crumb then I turned it to a loaf I am not a player, bitch, you fucking with the coach I remember when the Nike hoodie was the coat I know I'm not shit but you can never call me broke Okay, broke up with toxic people, I don't need that energy Learned the hard way, yo closest friend is yo enemy Life just like a movie, I think mine's need a trilogy Pull up with a ratchet and it's loud, call it "Tiffany" I had an epiphany, got to it instantly Something wrong mentally, she think we got a history You just not it for me, I see yo ho tendencies You blew me in the whip like my last name was "Kennedy" Ooh, that's a penalty, baby, that was so foul Let him touch my chain, Yung Joc, it's gon' go down Have a showdown, she eat me and she throw down I can tell just by the way she walk that she for sure down Huh, ain't no intermissions, ain't no break taking If you say describe the head, I'ma say it's breathtaking Huh, I'ma keep balling, let them keep hating Y'all niggas better shake something, get the Earth quaking Yeah, hit him in his dome, pussy think he made of stone Nah, bitch, don't call my phone, told you that yo chance is blown Yeah, got me in my zone, I can't fold or break a bone Nah, I got it on my own, now I'm watching from the throne Bunch of wannabees, you know them other niggas clones Huh, like some honey bees, you know I'm buzzing like a phone Huh, she like, "Ooh, Dee, I'm tryna fuck you to this song" Huh, my boys know I'm stepping, it don't matter if they wrong Huh, it don't matter what you do, I'ma still leave 'Cause we not gon' last long like some quick weed Huh, it don't matter how I feel, I'ma still cheese 'Cause when they see you at yo lowest they for sure flee [Verse 2: StanWill] Yeah Like thousand dollar tennis shoes on, I got fancy toes I don't want no ghetto vibes, I only hit fancy hoes Eight in the morning, made five with my jammies on The hoes dick sucking, they just wanna see what Stanley on They don't wanna see yo baby ball but I'm still scoring Pull up slamming hoes like I'm Randy, I'm the real Orton Swimming in the deep my whole life, might have a gill forming SBDSM, my babies knowing I'll kill for 'em I be with the steppers, it ain't shit to get you walked on Hip Hop Lab, the test tube got some sauce though Twenty Glockianas, if we pull up, we gon' chalk bro Niggas hating 'cause they broke, it really ain't my fault though Feeling like a oxymoron 'cause I got Off on Double hand twister, had to make her get her gawk on Palm Angels joggy, fuck it, I might get my jog on Introduce myself to yo bitch and got my balls blown [Outro: StanWill] Huh, dummy