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Ay yo Daniel, this motherfuckin' hard my boy Excuse me? What you mean? Gatta It's Getta nigga Niggas said I'm movin' way too fast cause I don't be around Secret' smoke from niggas that I'm cool with, just figured that out Ay, Lil bruh, I'm talking' so stop talkin' and sit the fuck down Disrespect me, yeah, Ight you, look just like how your ass sound If I ever start robbin', just know getta done went broke I know I said I wasn't gangsta, but don't take me as no joke Niggas claim their ass don't like me, but be watching all my posts Yeah, you talking shit the most, come stand on business and you don't (HaHa) Fuck trapping bitch, I'm just trying to get rich But I know I take time to map out a plan Niggas not fucking with me on the beat, you can See how this speed, yea on business I stand I'm not gone play with no nigga, lil' bruh I pull Triggers for real let them bullets start spraying Dropping these niggas bout bands, why would This nigga not like me, I love my fans Cartier frames through the lens, body bag just for your man Back in high school, we was cool, it don't mean that we're friends Don't understand what I'm saying, pork and beans straight out the can You wasn't close to me then, now I'm going straight in Money add up by 10, double R phantom or a fin Let me say this again, ay ay ay, excuse me My nigga, who the fuck is you, I'm sorry, I don't remember I said excuse me, my nigga, who the fuck Is dude I'm sorry, I don't remember Let's go, let's go, let's go Supercharged whip that you can't even catch No, I don't think I'm up next Give me that chain off your neck And we can go check for check, okay Then we can check who the best, I don't care if you pressed Bitch I need my respect, I ain't kissing no ass Forget about that, I ain't talking to bitches Just hold up a sec, if she do a good job She can barely get that in a 392 Keep trying to see where you at I'm a big dog today trying to play with a pet If that nigga talk shit, take his chain off his neck I'm not talking about nothing, I'll roll this shit back Niggas talk about shit, leave his tire on flat He was slow as a bitch trying to race in that charger I went got a charger then called it a scat It's getta, it's getta, it's getta, it's getta It's getta, it's getta, it's getta
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