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Hey, I'm about to get real, this lil' nigga make my birthday
 He be close to me, I'm about to accept it
 I'm about to get real, this lil' nigga make my birthday
 I'm about to get real, this lil' nigga make my birthday
 Pussy got juicy when she introduced me
 I don't got no whip but she said she gon' scoop me
 She gave me the keys to it, Quavo and Lucci
 I can't rock no Gucci, I can't go out goofy
 I came out the coochie, a canine, a roof
 When I say I'm the truth then I say I am truly
 If I gotta move then they gon' have to move me
 My big homie stay with that tool like a roomie
 No, they won't pick on me if it's a clip on me
 Cook 'em like chicken meat, Tyson, no Cicely
 I'm on the winning team, might wanna stick with me
 I pull a string and it might make a symphony
 I see her signaling, know she wanna lick on me
 She gon' hit on me 'til she can sit on me
 I heard your new shit but no I wasn't listening
 No, I don't link with cliques
 No, I don't click on links
 (Ayy, yo I be rapping and shit bruh, fuck with my shit)
 Boy, my hair way too long for the cap
 All my energy go in these raps
 All your energy go in an app
 I'm an EBT baby, I DDT'd every beat that they gave me too easily
 Came in mischievous, made your miss eat the dick
 All the ingredients made me a genius
 I'ma double my W's working
 Everything that you see in these verses
 Is the same when you see me in person
 I'm on level two, levitate over you
 Never wait on the move, heavyweight folding you
 Heaven came over you, feathers take over you
 Kenny came over, you let him take over you, bet
 See, I had a hook, I had the melody
 I just gotta goddamn remember that shit
 If I roll up these pussy niggas gon' fold up
 A'ight, I got it
 And I know
 If we roll up, these pussy niggas gon' fold up
 Where you finna go, bruh?
 Get a nigga something from the store, bruh
 If we roll up, these pussy niggas gon' fold up
 Where you finna go, bruh?
 Get a nigga something from the store, bruh
 I had to let these niggas know I'm going hard as ever man
 New shit on the way
 New whips on the way
 R.I.P. Bank
 I'm at the bank
 I'm in the tank
 Playing my tape
 My brother roll up a J like a Jay
 He bought a sem' and ain't even ate
 I'm in the air with it, playing in space
 I say a prayer and then prey on my prey
 I cannot spare 'em if they in the way
 I never cared, let 'em say what they say
 Long as a fuck nigga stay in they place
 Got more dollars than followers
 Yeah, I'm cool with these rap niggas but to be accurate
 I'm way more polished than all of 'em
 I move too angelic
 I knew you was jealous
 They asking me questions, I knew you would air it
 I ain't tell you everything, knew you was telling
 I cover my traces, it's chess and not checkers
 I'm checking my check at the Checker's my check-up
 I'm in the one where they holding that Tec up
 I been the one since I rapped at the Chevron
 New jewelry, nigga (bruh)
 New crib, new spot nigga
 (If I roll up, these pussy niggas gon fold up)
 New lookin' everything, nigga, new truck, nigga (a'ight, I got it)
 And I know
 If we roll up, these pussy niggas gon' fold up
 Where you finna go bruh?
 Get a nigga something from the store bruh
 If we roll up, these pussy niggas gon' fold up
 Where you finna go bruh?
 Get a nigga something from the store bruh