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[verse: ca$tro guapo]
soon gon’ blow up
ain’t tryna grow up, just tryna po’ up
think i might slow up, or i might throw up
knowin’ life short so i ain’t gon’ slow up
know i got court, but i ain’t gon’ show up
get my dough up, price gon’ go up
f-ck that b-tch ’till my d-ck won’t go up
uber outside better wake that hoe up
she ain’t gotta walk, gotta leave that b-tch
she ain’t gotta talk, i done read that b-tch
got her pants wet, like she peed that b-tch
[?], gotta feed that b-tch
see her in the club, said i need that b-tch
see her on rolls i don’t see that b-tch
got ten hoes tryna be my b-tch
sprite to straight gotta lean that b-tch
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!)
she said she went sleep tonight, i slid up in her sheets tonight
girlfriend goes with me that night, she woke up in supreme that night
jeez, i can’t go sleep at night so i sip that codeine at night
neck so froze i freeze at night, these diamonds make me sneeze at night

[break: ca$tro guapo]
flexin’ i’m really flexin’ look at my necklace
reckless, i’m feelin’ reckless, don’t need no guest list
s-x b-tch, don’t need no stress b-tch, just make me breakfast
last b-tch, she only stressed me, now that’s my ex b-tch
roll up, roll up, roll that dough up
po’ up, po’ up, po’ a four up
hol’ up, hol’ up, chain too short
throw it, throw it, f-ck my dough up
roll up, roll up, roll that dough up
po’ up, po’ up, po’ a four up
hol’ up, hol’ up, chain too short
throw it, throw it, f-ck my dough up

[chorus: fiji]
everybody better run, look who got it, not for fun
bullets hotter than the sun
think i’m finished i ain’t done
diamonds blind, you better run, look who got it, not for fun
bullets hotter than the sun
d-d-diamonds blind, you better run, look who got it, not for fun
bullets hotter than the sun, think i’m finished i ain’t done
diamonds blind, you better run, look who got it, not for fun
bullets hotter than the sun

[verse: fiji]
flexin’ in and out the trap
took some l’s but now we win
where the f-ck do i begin?
go to h-ll for all my sins
yeah, we did some n-ggas dirty
took his loud, we took his dough-dy
not my kin, you not my woadie, so don’t call me fam or brodie
diamonds dancin’, hoes were laughin’, public housin’ spendin’ thousands
i was down, now i’m up, now these hoes wanna f-ck
i can’t show these b-tches love
where were you when i was stuck?
where were you when i was down?
i was broke, and you clowned
couch surfin’, the crowd surfin’
put in work in, momma call my phone like is it worth it?
i used to ask myself “fiji what’s my purpose?”
these n-ggas rap as a hobby, i’m tryna be a somebody

[chorus: fiji]
everybody better run, look who got it, not for fun
bullets hotter than the sun, think i’m finished i ain’t done
diamonds blind, you better run, look who got it, not for fun
bullets hotter than the sun
diamonds blind, you better run, look who got it, not for fun
bullets hotter than the sun, think i’m finished i ain’t done
diamonds blind, you better run, look who got it, not for fun
bullets hotter than the sun

[outro]
bullets hotter than the sun

- cmdwn

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