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When I step up in the club I be feeling like Mitch

All my niggas show me love, bunch of bitches on my dick

Yeah, im a real trap nigga, calm yo ass down

'fore we push yo shit back, nigga how do that sound

Got to cop that, slab that, rock that, bag that

Flip the product, subtract the profit, and then you add that

Put it where your stash at if you tryna griz-ind

Its money over bitches shit we do this all the tiz-ime

Yeah, I was down, but I bounced back

My man hit me with a half, I brought an ounce back

I'll let you niggas do the math and bring the count back

Multiply a hundred times til you pronounce that

Thats morning wide, we do this all the time

It ain't no stopping, fiends copping, money on my mind

This is twenty-four/seven, three-sixty-five

No sleeping days and weekends shit its like a job

In the hood where it go down at

You in the hood with them low down raps, its blood gang sucker

Meek milly know my name I am none other

Than youve ever seen, blowing off a evergreen

Me, (who?), find a better team

I had a thousand fans before I turned seventeen

I got that shit when fiends hit it they go badabing

You got that white thats hittin hard like Butterbean

I just laugh at you niggas

With that burner on my lap riding past on you niggas

With that burner i react like that task on you niggas

Bringing force to your door in all black on you niggas