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[INTRO]
New Flow, new Xavy, ooh baby
Know that you been cravin' this lately
Y'all thought that you could rap safely?
If a nigga takin' shots, unlock the safety, huh
The best duo since Billy and Brady
They gon look at us like we crazy right?
Whippin in a hoopd, that's our mercedes
Style like my hair, wavy
Maybe scoop ya lady then we waving

[Verse 1 Floweazy]
Bank Account on empty, no wonder my girlfriend left me
Disaster, I got the recipe
No time for resting, ambitions won't let me
Nervous if they don't accept me
I've been on the come up since I was twenty
That time is plenty and my bank is still empty?
Maybe I could end the war like Kendall and Pepsi
Not worry about who I'm offending, and get me some Fendi
A Grammy and an Emmy UGHH
Pour the Henny UP, uh
I got absolutely nothing in my bank account
Let me get a recount, still the same amount
Lemme get discount, nah they done kicked me out though
But a nigga gon return, all you niggas gonna relearn
We earned this shit, ugh
I'm gon take it, rake it in and break it up
Me and girlie makin up, I'ma get me a fake fuck

[Verse 2 Xavien]
No ambition on a mission this is part 3 to ignition
I need that by my own admission loadin up the ammuntion
Im not on a search for riches i dont got no time to listen
Eazy told me go and get it now i gotta go the distance
Picking up where i left it at thought that i was done with rap
But i heard what yall done with rap decided i was comin back
My style you can't fuck with that my verses you keep duckin that
Always callin me hater maybe you just fuckin wack
Sick trynna prove myself ain't nothing i can't do myself
Seeing right through myself put myself up on the shelf
Quit before i even try man im barely squeekin by
Lookin in the mirror a lot but there are bigger fish to fry
If you think i dissed you then i prolly did
Had no one in mind but if the shoes fits
After writing this i can't believe i tried to quit
Y'all poked a sleepin bear and then i woke up bitch

[Verse 3 Floweazy]
Etched out, I'm the nigga that they sketched out
With the wep out, fucked the game and the bitch stretched out
Can't blame her I'm fly, I'm dressed the same when you die
I came with a tie, can't blame me I'm high
Spaced out
Got hit with a trace so I'm clawin my face out
Whip the chase out buy the place out
What hoes a nigga gotta chase now?
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