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[Intro] Ric! TheLocalTrash! [Chorus: JABRIL] Off a xanax, got my back against the wall Niggas needin' me for everything, I'm not the one to call I'ma score, you gon' sail, I'm like Kobe with the ball She gon' text, she gon' spam, I'ma block her if she call [Verse 1: JABRIL] She gon' choose, you gon' lose, I'ma win, yeah, she pick Yeah, I got a little fame and now I swear that I'm the shit We got poles takin' souls, talkin' crazy get you hit I got hoes at my shows, know my words, yeah, it's lit I just pour a fuckin' four, not enough if it's a deuce We got beef? I'm not scared, we gon' rally with the troops You a hoe, you a fraud, I'm gon' tell the fuckin' truth That's your girl I just fucked, she told me that I was smooth Back of club, high as fuck, I think I'm 'bout to die You know you no killer, nigga, you ain't gotta lie Say you real but you fake, I see right through your disguise People talk, people hate, and they pray on my demise [Chorus: JABRIL] Off a xanax, got my back against the wall Niggas needin' me for everything, I'm not the one to call I'ma score, you gon' sail, I'm like Kobe with the ball She gon' text, she gon' spam, I'ma block her if she call [Verse 2: Mixed Matches] And I know you wanna call to me when I don't notice you And I don't remember talkin' 'bout something I didn't do So when you're lookin', I don't wanna make contact When you're tellin' but the truth And when you're feeling sad, I make you fallin' off And I don't have shit to prove And I don't give a fuck about where you're from And you just wanna talk when it isn't with love And I don't wanna push it to you that you're torn up With shit you couldn't do