[Verse]
Damn, I really came in swaggin'
Be wit' them young niggas that's gon' get that bag in
They say I act Hollywood, I ain't even actin'
Hood-Hood bitch, she say I'm attractive
That bitch saw my money, she was overreacting
I got drip for real, bitch, these not no chain reactions
My chains on, it hit the sun, and it's reactin'
I failed math, but cut you off, bitch, I know subtraction
She walk 'round in lingerie, that shit very distractin'
You want a way to make money? Weed is fast at that
I'm out the streets, so you know it ain't no backtrackin'
That's your bitch? Well, she gave me that back action
And RIP Lil Mister, 'cause it's no lackin'
Can't beef wit' a fuck nigga not in my tax bracket
It's not even cold, spent a band on a jacket
I'm tryna stay home, but every day I'm crackin'
My blood a street fighter, it keep on attackin'
And she just want our love to be everlastin'
But I can't ever love, no, I can't love that bitch again
F-F-Fuck love, I just love some, might just fuck up on her friend
Pussy ass niggas be fake, I can't even trust my kin
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