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[hook]
yeah, shout out yungbrad man
you know we be on the block
b-tch! (x4)

[hook]
i’m smoking biscotti i know that sh-t stank
armani my body can’t even complain
i feel like lil romeo dad with the tank
she got a little body, she got a good brain
i’m finna run up the sack like today
that n-gga lying, he not getting paid
all of my sh-t, it be rare like a steak
i getting top, i’m with you bae
that n-gga wife beater like joe budden
catching the fade, lil n-gga be buzzin’
cooking the curry like i play with cousins
say you getting money n-gga you wasn’t
gripping her waste, i feel like her husband
all of my b-tches they be dime, a dozen
fat joe, i turn nothing to something
beating the pot til it caught it a concussion
all of my n-ggas they walk with the fye
say he “that n-gga” but that n-gga lied
thought he was winning but that sh-t was tied
jr i be gone off the henny
mixing that sh-t like i studied the chemistry
none of the b-tches you’re f-cking was meant for me
shoutout to your b-tch she’ll always be there for me
how to be a player, b-tch i’m bill bellamy

[verse]
i’m in the street like it’s sesame
run in the trap and i swear it’s the death of me
all of the sh-t that you talking won’t get to me
swear to god all these n-ggas be dead to me
up the choppa, it ain’t up for discussion
er, all my n-ggas they rush you
shawty she eating my d-ck like a russian
smoking that sh-t and i’m coughing so much i might need me some tussin

[hook]
i’m smoking biscotti i know that sh-t stank
armani my body can’t even complain
i feel like lil romeo dad with the tank
she got a little body, she got a good brain
i’m finna run up the sack like today
that n-gga lying, he not getting paid
all of my sh-t, it be rare like a steak
i getting top, i’m with you bae
that n-gga wife beater like joe budden
catching the fade, lil n-gga be buzzin’
cooking the curry like i play with cousins
say you getting money n-gga you wasn’t
gripping her waste, i feel like her husband
all of my b-tches they be dime, a dozen
fat joe, i turn nothing to something
beating the pot til it caught it a concussion
all of my n-ggas they walk with the fye
say he “that n-gga” but that n-gga lied
thought he was winning but that sh-t was tied
jr i be gone off the henny
mixing that sh-t like i studied the chemistry
none of the b-tches you’re f-cking was meant for me
shoutout to your b-tch she’ll always be there for me
how to be a player, b-tch i’m bill bellamy

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