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808 Mafia

Barrel on me and my skinny jeans, muthafucka's loaded

(I got that sack on me right now)

Fire me one in the head wit a beam and it be loaded

(Don't play with me little ****, pipe down)

We gone hit me with a trap I put love in, and I load it

I've been up for a week and ain't got no sleep, get some deacon on loaded

And I got your hoe on the way

Just came out the robe, pulled up in the hood

To fuck with my bro's today (To fuck with my bro's)

Remember when hater's said I wouldn't make it

And now they don't know what to say (Don't know what to say)

Look up at the stars, was smoking cigars

I ask on the floor of the rave

I got your hoe on the way (Your hoe)

I got your hoe on the way

**** you owe me, you pay

Or you don't see no other day

I don't know no other way

Play with me, know it's a case

Came on and throw it away

Swear I just ordered a wraith

Plus there's some mo' on the way

I hit up lucky for diamond's

Momma look at me, I'm shinin'

I came up nickle and dimin'

Pull up in the hood and remind me

My Instagmram ain't never private

If you lookin' for me you can find me

It's a 231 in my zion

I'm raised wild, like it's Gilligan Island

I got lil' riding with me yo

We eatin' steak if it's beef yo

Everyday a **** eatin' yo

We made a way in the skreet, yeah, yeah

My young **** geeked out of mollywater

They shootin' that fire like a water gun

Time is money, this an Audemars

You can die today, or tomorrow

Barrel on me and my skinny jeans, muthafucka's loaded

(I got that sack on me right now)

Fire me one in the head wit a beam and it be loaded

(Don't play with me little ****, pipe down)

We gone hit me with a trap I put love in, and I load it

I've been up for a week and ain't got no sleep, get some deacon on loaded (Ahh)

And I got your hoe on the way

Just came out the robe, pulled up in the hood

To fuck with my bro's today (To fuck with my bro's)

Remember when hater's said I wouldn't make it (Don't know what to say)

And now they don't know what to say

Look up at the stars, was smoking cigars

I ask on the floor of the rave

I got your hoe on the way (Your hoe)

I was living house to house

Remember sleepin' on the couch

Now every whip **** buy

Got curtain's in it like a house

Now every whip a **** drive, cost at least a couple hundred thousand

Now every bitch a **** try, know we fucking, no surprises

Money make some **** change, swear a **** stay the same, yeah, yeah

Swear the money never made me, and I ain't never want the fame, yeah, yeah

They don't know I keep the stainless

And every **** playing he stain, yeah, yeah

Zero switching lanes

I probably fucked on your main, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Barrel on me and my skinny jeans, muthafucka's loaded

(I got that sack on me right now)

Fire me one in the head wit a beam and it be loaded

(Don't play with me little ****, pipe down)

We gone hit me with a trap I put love in, and I load it

I've been up for a week and ain't got no sleep, get some deacon on loaded (Ahh)

And I got your hoe on the way

Just came out the robe, pulled up in the hood

To fuck with my bro's today (To fuck with my bro's)

Remember when hater's said I wouldn't make it

And now they don't know what to say (Don't know what to say)

Look up at the stars, was smoking cigars

I ask on the floor of the rave

I got your hoe on the way (Your hoe)

(Deshon)