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(drell on the track)
(godd-mn, bj with another one)
i’m full of drugs and i’m still turnt up, n-gga
i’m full of drugs and i’m still turnt up, n-gga
oh, yeah, look

big bank roll in my pocket
ok let’s go
totting on 2-2-3’s, with my partner smoking h-lla dope
playboy lifestyle, i get h-lla hoes
then had the baddest of ’em all
and i still ain’t even chose
f-ck that sh-t, hang up the phone
ain’t talkin’ no money, man i’m done with that
told my youngin’ he bet not stop,
spendin’ on him ’til we done with that
i’m walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah
he took that blink straight out his pants and top,
ain’t gave that boy no passi, put that b-tch right on his ass

i say murder we gon’ the blow the curb up
i’m talkin’ to the point wherе they can’t serve nothin’
i say thеy all deceased whenever that we swerve on
you better be on point, we pull up shootin’, tryna murk something
one body, two body, three body, four,
five bodies, now we knockin’ at your door
been in the ‘raq for ’bout a month, these n-ggas hoes
straight down with them poles
bending curves with my lit bros
out at night, get your life stole
harbor freight, don’t use no stove
hold the sh-t then get it sold
face the b-tch, he break code
i talk that tar & ferry, f-ck that n-gga i could make my own
we call hard feddi, blood on this, you take it loose your dome
i got n-ggas servin’ for me now, my baby mamas used to f-ck
that spot you known them n-ggas for to
be at, i’m the reason they ain’t there
i’m the founder of the k!llings season, every month i pay that fair
n-gga know i’m in that car,
most time i’m tryna see if they here, b-tch

big bank roll in my pocket
ok let’s go
totting on 2-2-3’s, with my partner smoking h-lla dope
playboy lifestyle, i get h-lla hoes
then had the baddest of ’em all
and i still ain’t even chose
f-ck that sh-t, hang up the phone
ain’t talkin’ no money, man i’m done with that
told my youngin’ he bet not stop,
spendin’ on him ’til we done with that
i’m walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah
he took that blink straight out his pants and top,
ain’t gave that boy no passi, put that b-tch right on his ass

do she love me or do she love me not?
i don’t know, i gotta see, but check me out, xo
i’m like is i gon’ k!ll him or is he gon’ k!ll me?
but f-ck i think jinx myself ’cause i just ran out of leaves
man look i’m doped up and i’m f-cked
up, f-ck that p-ssy n-gga, know them
jiggas got dope inside ’em, so i’m bucked up tryna zip a n-gga
since i was eighteen on, who made me?
i ain’t got two months without a n-gga k!lling me a n-gga
let them n-ggas talk that sh-t for
insta, and god i tell you i’m a bl–dy n-gga
two ubooks, i split between two n-ggas
and get it back
officer when yout talk ’bout selling
drugs, i sell verses, you mean crack
’cause that’s the only i got, i serve that sh-t there back to back
y’all paint me like i’m made of violence
any case on mereffere to shooting back
they can’t pin point who i whacked
bring you b-tches out like back to back
make ’em come and draw a charc (who next?)
i want another hat like mother, f-ck that
i tell my twin you better not motherf-ckin’ touch that
every time we see you up that
b-tch you know, gettin’ bust at

big bank roll in my pocket
ok let’s go
totting on 2-2-3’s, with my partner smoking h-lla dope
playboy lifestyle, i get h-lla hoes
then had the baddest of ’em all
and i still ain’t even chose
f-ck that sh-t, hang up the phone
ain’t talkin’ no money, man i’m done with that
told my youngin’ he bet not stop,
spendin’ on him ’til we done with that
i’m walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah
he took that blink straight out his pants and top,
ain’t gave that boy no passi, put that b-tch right on his ass

(drell on the track)
(god d-mn bj went [?])

- youngboy never broke again

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