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[Chorus]
Fuck you, bitch and I mean it
No friends, company my demons
Big bands I'mma blow dont keep it
Fuck you, that love you showed ain't mean it
Fighting my problems will I get defeated
I'mma try to flex up and beat it
Shot, shot, shot, shot
I make a call and them niggas don't play round
We beat lil niggas up on the playground
I was back then but we beating a K now
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot
If he try to run it’s a chase down
Hit his back and we leaving his face down
We just broke but we all gettin' paid

[Verse 1]
Grra, grra, grra, grra
Boy you gotta be jokin’ you don’t got no motion
Grra, grra, grra, grra
I got shit in my head that don’t ever get spoken
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Bae would you give me CPR if I start overdosin’ Nah, nah
Fuck it I don’t want to be like that right now
Oh god damn
Blow a track Christian Dior my feet right now I don’t еven like them
Grr, grr, grr, grr, grr I say guys damn
Hе got targets half them at the sky guess that was gods plan

[Chorus]
Fuck you, bitch and I mean it
No friends, company my demons
Big bands I'mma blow dont keep it
Fuck you, that love you showed ain't mean it
Fighting my problems will I get defeated
I'mma try to flex up and beat it
Shot, shot, shot, shot
I make a call and them niggas don't play round
We beat lil niggas up on the playground
I was back then but we beating a K now
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot
If he try to run it’s a chase down
Hit his back and we leaving his face down
We just broke but we all gettin' paid

[Verse 2]
Back on my turnt shit they know I’m running the city
All of the old G’s get it wit me
We gon’ rep ace town fuck a win year
When he touch down shit be getting gritty
I don’t really give time to no bitties
If she can’t take dick fuck her titties
I know a lot of labels tryna get me I need a billion fuck a Millie
His back in, come tap in, we got bowls on the floor and the mattress
He keep on posting he got it in traffic
We gon fill up that whip if he gas it
Know you a shooter but that ain’t for nobody
For you go do that drill better mask it
Niggas ain’t shooters they really be airbourne
And everytime that we shot hit the basket

[Chorus]
Fuck you, bitch and I mean it
No friends, company my demons
Big bands I'mma blow dont keep it
Fuck you, that love you showed ain't mean it
Fighting my problems will I get defeated
I'mma try to flex up and beat it
Shot, shot, shot, shot
I make a call and them niggas don't play round
We beat lil niggas up on the playground
I was back then but we beating a K now
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot
If he try to run it’s a chase down
Hit his back and we leaving his face down
We just broke but we all gettin' paid