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[Intro] Enrgy made this one [Verse] Good looking, Enrgy If you tell, I gotta cut you off, that's a penalty I'm tryna make a million something dollars, move to Italy But right now, I'm the Miami guard You can give me 2500, perform at your party Nigga gon' get himself popped, I ain't tryna argue Bitch, I got my own money, I ain't tryna rob you He ain't tryna help you get no money, man, he tryna starve you I'm tryna see my whole team win, like Coach Carter I have my nigga line you up, like a fucking barber If you want your shit shot up, slow down your charger I'm high as hell in the booth, pass me my water When my son get older, he gon' fuck your daughter You heard dawg was a snitch, he work for law and ordеr I don't sell eights no more, you gotta buy a quartеr My brodie pouring Wok, you pouring Morton Brodie on the road for a show, and got court in the morning I had to leave my hood, fuck Flint, 'cause the hood boring I know some niggas stuck in the hood, but they still scoring I just poured a three in my pop, and I'm still pouring I know you got a lot of fucking money, but you still corny Told her bring her ass here, 'cause I'm so horny If you play with YSR Gramz, there ain't gon' be no warning Niggas see you doing real good, man Niggas see you doing real good, [?] take you out your [?] I know a white boy with the drugs, and his name Cory I know a bitch with a lot of ass, but she look like Dorithy I know you got some ass, but you ain't that important Know I keep that big bitch on me, like that nigga Norman You wanna take a picture with Gramz, you gotta take a portrat I don't fuck with my white bitch, 'cause she keep snorting I had to cut my last [?] off, 'cause he keep shorting me Oh, you broke during a pandemic? Better sell your organs I gotta leave in a couple days, I got a show in [?] Tap in, Ohio My phone keep ringing in the booth, I gotta serve [?] You want a feature [?] call the number in my fucking bio