put out fye

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Yeah
 Woah-woah-woah, woah-woah-woah
 Woah-woah-woah (bitch, haha)
 Woah-woah, ha, woah
 Ha-woah, ha, woah-woah
 You gotta crawl before you walk
 Don't worry 'bout me, lil' bitch, I'm guwop
 Came in this bitch with a couple shooters
 Extended mag look like a ruler
 Ain't hearin' none if it ain't the moolah
 Chain put out fire just like a cooler
 Smokin' on trees, this shit is some Za'
 She wet like a sink
 Fucked the bitch on a floor, had to use me a mop
 Don't care what you think
 I came too far, I can't just stop
 Bitch, what is your name?
 Go behind my back, that's how you get cropped
 Stop sayin' you can't
 You could do anything, lil' nigga, just try
 You gotta crawl before you walk
 Don't worry 'bout me, lil' bitch, I'm guwop
 Came in this bitch with a couple shooters
 Extended mag look like a ruler
 Ain't hearin' none if it ain't the moolah
 Chain put out fire just like a cooler
 Smokin' on trees, this shit is some Za'
 For me, she get wet, for you, she get dry
 She love how I dress, she love my attire
 We carry them sticks, you know we gon' slide
 Don't fuck with me, I advise you not die
 It tore me to pieces when Brenda had died (bitch, haha)
 I tried to trust, but you always gon' lie
 Four-feezy on my side
 He out his meezy, must wanna die
 My niggas be creepin' all on your side
 I fell in the deep end, so I get high
 When this beat gon' end? 'Cause I'm tired
 You got no reason for you to lie
 I fuck with your speed, but I ain't gon' lie
 Fucked up the other night when you said that shit that you had said to me
 And it brought me down harder than I ever been
 Xannies callin' out, I haven't popped one since then
 Money all around, why won't you go get that shit?
 Niggas talkin' down, I can't just go let you in
 If my bitch stay down, I'm gon' Cartier her wrist
 I be coughin', this ain't no fucking COVID
 I keep coughin', these people think that I'm sick
 Keep on coughin', they might give you pint of Tris
 My nigga lost it, he popped that nigga in his shit
 I just bought this, paid 'bout ten bands for this fit
 I'm tryna hit it, let me know what the deal is
 You gotta crawl before you walk
 Don't worry 'bout me, lil' bitch, I'm guwop
 Came in this bitch with a couple shooters
 Extended mag look like a ruler
 Ain't hearin' none if it ain't the moolah
 Chain put out fire just like a cooler
 Smokin' on trees, this shit is some Za'
 

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Duration
02:52
Key
1
Tempo
139 BPM

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