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[Verse 1:Rob Wellz]
Wasn't the popular kid
Was finger poppin' ya' bitch
Wouldn't take shots in the gym
But I might cop the assist
Started getting money
Figured I might cop me a wrist
The way this shit got me feelin'
Cocky as shit
It was me and J-Rum
Yeah, he Rocky with fists
It's one call to 40RX just to cop me a clip
And it's one call to Clearmind
If I'm droppin' this shit
If you ain't heard about 40
Ain't no stoppin' this shit
I just got my bumper fixed
A kid crashed into it
Couple years ago I prolly would've spazzed, ignorant
Nowadays gotta stay focused on the business
Bout to flip the whip
And get the package with rims in it
Then make the car dash again
Maybe with Kim in it
Damn, sorry Ye, just playin'
Where is Donda at? We waiting
Fuck it, where's CLB?
Only shit I'll bump plus me
When I get into album mode
But you gon' have to wait and see
I'll drop hints on my IG
Watch the follows patiently
If it ain't 'bout some business
Ain't no internet for me
Just bust a trap at the trap
Y'all don't know nothin' 'bout that
As you can see on my shirt
I got this shit on my back
As you can see on my bicep
Got this shit in my arm
'Bout to light up my next spliff
Hit the strip then we gone

[Chorus: 40RX]
Cop that work and flip it, I ain’t middle-manning shit
Million ways to get it but I get it how I live
My bitch gon' start a fight with me whenever I leave the crib
That sucka' shit not right with me, please do not make me trip
She baggin' up that block for me, do I make her strip?
There go them boys that rock with me, put 30 in a zip
You got my bread, go make it hot for me, put 30 in a clip
I got real niggas that rock with me, we spazzing off the rip

[Verse 2:Rob Wellz]
Got this bad ting, she saved me in her phone as "Chloe"
Yeah, I gotta keep it lowey
Her mans cannot know me
Yeah, she brighten up my day, yeah, I think that girl is glowy
I just seen my old head, he said “Yo, you still flowin'?”
Damn straight fam
Fresh up out the paint can
Did a little county night
Never hit the State Pen'
Had to get my soul right
Folks was sayin' "He thin"
Now that boy done swole
Call him 40 He-Man
Still the highest demands
Riding with the demons
You from outta town?
Gotta pay the extra fee, man
Keep my M.O clean, man
Always M.O.B, man
All my hits is home runs
Ask the MLB fam
Or maybe ask the sshh
Gotta keep the links discreet, fam
All my shawties 4'40
Never for the streets, fam
That's that garage body
Detailed with the seats tan
Garage body detailed with the seats tan

[Chorus: 40RX]
Cop that work and flip it, I ain’t middle-manning shit
Million ways to get it but I get it how I live
My bitch gon' start a fight with me whenever I leave the crib
That sucka' shit not right with me, please do not make me trip
She baggin' up that block for me, do I make her strip?
There go them boys that rock with me, put 30 in a zip
You got my bread, go make it hot for me, put 30 in a clip
I got real niggas that rock with me, we spazzing off the rip