I stand on business, on your business, bitch, you better be (Oh yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah, gotta tie my shoes up (Ah, ah)
I ain't trippin' over shit, I'm nothin' like these losers (Losers)
I was ridin', runnin' wild, a real active shooter
You know I'ma keep a pole, more tools, than a mover
Big old Bentley, I swerve
We made it out the dark with broken hearts, so we purge
It's sad when niggas die, but that's what niggas deserve
My brother told me he don't need love, he need Pеrcs
Swear he spot an opp, he slappеd the car in reverse
So much confusion, I get high, pray I never land
So much confusion, I feel I never understand
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