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[Chorus]
Fuck how you feel
Fuck how you feel, its fuck how you-
Yeah, my brodie he crushing the pill, he crushing the pill drop no heat
Yeah, I fuck with her build
I fuck with her build like fortnite
Yeah, I'm keeping shit real, I'm keeping this shit real, no lie
Yeah, we ain't have to split up, its just love from my hand
But i had to get up, fuck these hoes, get these bands
And my bro, on the drugs, hold the beat, don't kill my man
Tryna talk, now we set him up, i don't give a fuck, belong in advance
We ain't have to split up, its just love from my hand
But i had to get up, fuck these hoes, gеt these bands
And my bro, on the drugs, hold thе beat, don't kill my man
Tryna talk, now we set him up, i don't give a fuck, belong in advance

[Verse]
Bitch you do what you can, i do what i want now (what i want now)
Bitch I'm a feen for the cash, wake up to the [?] now (to the [?] now)
If they want me to sign my name, [?] it on a hundred thous (hundred thous)
He tryna reach for my chain, that boy moving bummed out
I can't stop, gotta keep flowin
Change it back money keep goin
It's just you and the cash don't need no friends
Bitch on my bitch she got Rick Owens
That's on the guys don't fear no man
Any nigga tryna beef go away
Keep it a buck i need someone, someone that's gonna need something
Bitch my life fuck question mark
It's okay you got them fake ass
Every time my day too hard
Text Mary Jane I'm ready to hit up
They in my [?]
Niggas on dick don't tell them shit
Touchdown bitch imma get some, nah
Brand new vid and a brand new fit

[Chorus]
Yeah, we ain't have to split up, its just love from my hand
But i had to get up, fuck these hoes, get these bands
And my bro, on the drugs, hold the beat, don't kill my man
Tryna talk, now we set him up, i don't give a fuck, belong in advance
We ain't have to split up, its just love from my hand
But i had to get up, fuck these hoes, get these bands
And my bro, on the drugs, hold the beat, don't kill my man
Tryna talk, now we set him up, i don't give a fuck, belong in advance

[Outro]
Its fuck how you feel, its fuck how you-
[?] let me kill (Let me kill) We ain't have no [?]
Why these bitches worried so much?
Rapping just so i warn them
In my closet, growing them
Yeah, and my brothers ain't growing, damn