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Tykee, fuck these **** up
Yeah, Wappa, ayy, Huncho
Woody Duke gang, mob shit, huh
Mobbing, yeah, for real though
Yeah, I learned how to study people
Through the signs, lookin' in they faces, yeah
Crazy, I really perfected my craft
Inside of a basement, uh, yeah
Brand new Goyard bag
I'm stuffin' that bitch with them dead faces, yeah
I took a dump on they ass
Shit, no ****, no defecation
Yeah, crazy, I dropped out of school
This rap shit came with no education, yeah
I done saw everything I used to wanna see
I been to whole new places
Baddie and shit, I could not be patient
You **** be workers, you **** be slaves
Remember when I didn't have me a deal?
Crazy part, I still felt like I made it
Yeah, I'm havin' motion from sellin' them bags
But I'm still savin', yeah
I'm only runnin' behind the bag
Huntin' and chasin', yeah
Movin' them elbows right out the window
We drop out of vacancy, damn
I heard a **** a killer, a taker
But nobody takin' my shit, uh
I'm not what he ain't at all
I ain't thinkin' this shit, I be takin' the risk, uh
I got a beam on the front of the Glock
I'm like, how the fuck I'm 'bout to miss it?
No way a bitch got a baby by me
'Cause she only was suckin' my dick, uh
You was the **** was lovin' and trustin' her
I was just fuckin' the bitch, uh
I get the W, I want the team lead
Whole lotta bitches, I'm fuckin' and trainin'
Like Lil' Key, my bitches be nameless
I'm in her mouth like veneers, retainers
Bitches gon' do what they want, can't change it
Anyone still out the pack, I'ma hang him
Know where I'm sellin' this shit to a stranger, uh
I learn to study people through the signs, lookin' in they faces
Yeah, yeah, crazy, I really perfected my craft
Inside of a basement, uh, yeah
Brand new Goyard bag
I'm stuffin' that bitch with them dead faces, yeah
I took a dump on they ass
Shit, no ****, no defecation
Yeah, crazy, I dropped out of school
This rap shit came with no education
Yeah, I done saw everything I used to wanna see
I been to whole new places, body and shit
I could not be patient, you **** be workers
You **** be slaves, remember when I didn't have me a deal?
Crazy part, I still felt like I made it
Glock on straight out the block, uh
A photo done gave me a deal
Left one, these four **** playin', uh
I'd probably get a free kill
I'ma go get me a buyin' myself
I'ma put this shit on your head, yeah, yeah, yeah
My dawg call the five, I call the ten
They need it free, I got it fed, all that shit
We gon' stomp it, no shit, we gon' march
In the hood, try hit me with arches
I put these bars in the lake, just like Carter
Glock with the street goin' through, I'm like Walter
Whatever you with, ****, know I'm with y'all
I put this shit on my daddy, my mama
I grab the whip, I ain't tryna shit karma
Know we gon' first and then be like Obama
They be bad i aint chew marijuana
I made a hundred when I rocked this on my mama
The boy at the fed, they tellin' jail ain't true
We on all, I would pay him blind
Before I sang, go ask my partner
Yeah, I learned how to study people through the signs
Lookin' in they faces, yeah, yeah
Crazy, I really perfected my craft inside of a basement
Brand new Goyard bag, I'm stuffin' that bitch
With them dead faces, yeah, I took a dump on they ass
Shit, no ****, no defecation
Crazy, I dropped out of school
This rap shit came with no education
I done saw everything I used to wanna see
I been to whole new places
Baddie and shit, I could not be patient
You **** be workers, you **** be slaves
Remember when I didn't have me a deal?
Crazy part, I still felt like I made it
Written by: Brytavious Chambers, Christian J. Ward, Ibrahim Dodo, Noah Settles