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(Franco got me faded) (Blao!) (Get it and go) (Get it and go) I know most of these niggas be bitches That's why I'm not responding to these niggas in my mentions Start talking all the gangsta shit, boy karma stand on business My shooter got that CashApp, I say "SMOKE!" he get to trippin' like Woah, hey, yeah, SMOKE! Shit it's been a minute, I woke up out my slumber in that Raf like Mr. Simmons Said I can't pop no pill unless I'm just tryna forget it So back up off me nigga, off that RX nigga killa, hollon' I was down and I had to go save me I remembered I'm the one that made me Ain't no money amount finna' change me Hoe these industry niggas can't play me But if the money right then it can change me Let me run up my M's no complaining Middle fingers, make it rain on Hades I'm in two worlds, Doctor Strange Yeah, as much as I smoke they watch me like El Chapo Tuesday and Thursday, I be where you not bro Superfly Snuka, I'm up on the top rope I got the racks in the back like a Costco Pretty boy Tre$o, yeah like Flacko Hot potato, I'm passing the Glock ho' Throw the triangles up, NY top floor K hit his whip, nigga thought it was potholes I know most of these niggas be bitches That's why I'm not responding to these niggas in my mentions Start talking all the gangsta shit, boy karma stand on business My shooter got that CashApp, I say "SMOKE!" he get to trippin' like Woah, hey, yeah, SMOKE! Shit it's been a minute I woke up out my slumber in that Raf like Mr. Simmons Said I can't pop no pill unless I'm just tryna forget it So back up off me nigga, off that RX nigga killa, hollon' In the Camp, I don't see no squares Big Vil when I'm in my lair And I like my bitch, she rare Ima fuck, then she do my hair And I know my fate somewhere up in the pot I ain't gone reach in this bitch, ima rock Say ima just post in this bitch with my Glock I got all these clothes, I don't even go shop, hollon' Okay, I ain't talking bout' the old days I was sad down to the soul aye Shit I had almost went the wrong way The Devil want to put my soul ablaze I'm made of gold, I cant throw that away See UFO's taking niggas away If you see the beam, that's the Glock in yo face, Up, up and away huh I know most of these niggas be bitches That's why I'm not responding to these niggas in my mentions Start talking all the gangsta shit, boy karma stand on business My shooter got that CashApp, I say "SMOKE!" he get to tripping like-
Writer(s): Christopher Mitchell Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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