Record It

They told me I lost it, I told them to suck it
Rockin Balenci, I po' up in public
My niggas be drummin, we pull up on dumb shit
Please don't get shot because of niggas you run with
Left in a Audi, I came in a Masi'
Came with the gang, but I left with a mami
I'm gon get [?]
We not gon tweet, we gon' order a hommie
White GGS but it look like sum lightning
Lightshow outside and bitches from Diamond
Gotta keep faith, gotta trust in the process
He food in the hood, in the car, in the projects
I really used to sell crack in the bando
Come to the spot, bitch you can't bring your man tho
Roll up the dodie, my nigga like Buddha
Good with the .40, then we gon recruit ya
I'm smokin' loud, and my bitch smokin hookah
We not gon talk about it, we just gon shoot ya
They dont want pay us? We uppin the K up
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When I was locked in my cell, had a banger
I'm parked in a drop, in the car gettin ate up
I got no love for these niggas they traitors
Fuck all that fly shit, we duckin' indictments
I hit that bitch from behind like the Heimlich
Don't repeat nothing I told you In private
I heard that new shit you dropped, it was garbage
They play my shit and they put it on rewind
Skirt in the foreign, I throw up the peace sign
Ride in the drop in the snow with the heat on
Get to the paper, that shit that we be on

[This shit be fire?], record it
Hit from the back and she throw it
I got this drink on me, po'in
I got this cash, I'm a throw it
I got this gas, I'm a blow it
Flight to the A and i'm zonin
These niggas hating, you know it
[?] Mercedes, you know it

Bad lil bitch, [?]
[?]
Fill up your crib with some hot rounds
[?]
These niggas be faggots, they not with the static
Go get em a Oscar these niggas some actors
Shit hit the fan, they be playin the victim
They gon press charges, you can't even hit 'em
So I dont do beef with 'em, [?]
Do what you want when you want when you winnin
How you gon hate me but wish you could be me?
These niggas worse than some bitches, they creepy
That's my lil boo so I put her in GiGi's
I cannot fuck with no bitch that be sneaky
Ran up a sack and I make it look easy
I'm in the trap with the strap rockin DG
This for the streets, all my niggas they gettin it
Play with that paper, they thought it was printed
Slide in the Porsche makin plays out in traffic
The fabric I dab in, the shit came from Paris
This lil bitch with me, the bitch came from Denmark
Ain't bout no money, dafuq am I here for?
Pour'd on a plane got the drink through the airport
Pulled up [?], gotta through the rear door
Hol up'
I been the realest one here since the get go
That's why my ex's and hoes can't let go
I got sum niggas gon shoot cause I said so
Lil bro
I'm rockin Amiri's, and I'm rockin Christian's
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Toss up a perky, I'm lovin the feelin'
Light up a blunt, [?] feelin