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(Ooh Shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Ayo, Mark A) Doing fifty in a thirty-five, riding to success Hit a couple bumps, lonely nights made me wanna, yeah Keep it going, they'll hear me Doing fifty in a thirty-five, riding to success Hit a couple bumps, lonely nights made me wanna flex She don't got a bag, only thing she offer is some sex He don't got a gram, he in the streets playing with a check Baby, check me out, BBC, who the fuck is he? Staring like he know me, put his stupid-ass on NBC TBT, used to pray just for the EBT Hoping that it come 'cause my stomach had my BAC Who really got yo back? 'Cause these niggas rеally think they slicker than some slacks Typе of shit that get you whacked Now you on a shirt, in a body bag, and a pack #MiniMe, you can clearly see that these lil' niggas envy me I'm the only Dee What you think "Tr" stand for? I'm the real me I'm like, "Baby, you know I stop, do you really feel me?" Man, you niggas kill me If she find out I'm cheating, she might Emmett Till me Damn, she gon' try to kill me Used to grind just for a band, now it's hunnid mill meal Hunnid mil' just so I can go somewhere and chill Kept it real, they should probably put me on a bill Be for real, you ain't never went and got a kill Bitch, I been a hustler, coach put me in just for a steal Unky look me in my eyes like, "Chill, you acting evil, neph'" Punched every shoe I put on, I take illegal steps Punched weapons too, I'm finna punch a Desert Eagle next Curry clip hanging out the 'Miris, know he peeped the steps Turtle Pie, Money Man addition, I can't keep my breath I might catch Corona flying Delta, think I need a jet Flashing USD and Burberry, bitch, I'm English dressed Ninety-nine fatigue, run it up, I don't need no rest I just wanna thank DistroKid for the legal checks We in the deep end, y'all ain't even got y'all fingers wet He was betting against me? Ha, I know that he in debt Bada-boom, bada-bing, I shot a 7.62 at him He ain't go no jumper on him, could've swore he knew Adam Please don't try to talk about the scams with me, you new at 'em Hunnid rounder on the water gun then shot a pool at him (Ooh Shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Ayo, Mark A)
Writer(s): Mark Anthony, Daniel Gaglio, James Johnson, Trdee Trdee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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