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Fuck what a hater be talking bout'
I'm zoned out on winning
If I still fuck with you right now
We been down from the beginning
Screaming
"No!"
"No!"
"No New!"
Don't stand close if I don't know you
Make my next bag my best bag
My old bitches achoo
See they sick now
Gained weight in my pockets they thick now
Yo main squeeze my flip now
Her tongue game is my shit now
Like Homer Simpson I'm dope
Every word out my mouth they quote
Bitch wanna hang with me like I'm rope
But I can't give my heart to no hoe
Like "Fuck you mean?"
"Bitch I'm nice!"
Sweet and sour chicken, lo mein and rice
I got fire, water and ice
Bitch I'm Spyro in real life
Number one draft
I'm that pick
Gimme yo addy
You that bitch
Matter of fact slide
We go dip
On spaceships

Make my next bag my best bag my old bitches achoo
I'll make my next bag my best bag my old bitches achoo

I be like "Aye girl where you be?"
Text me the addy then let me see
I'll pull up right now with the D
Turn you French on em like oui
Ain't no us
All about trust
Make mo money
Ain't making no fuss
Wise man once told me
If you up it then you gotta buss
If they come round, they actin' funny
Then on God they suss
And a hoe nigga mad easy to spot
They mouth never on shut
My whole squad directional
Nigga all we know is up
Like get the fuck up out my sectional
Nigga you can't sit with us
Know my momma name, my brother name
Then we fam fam till the end nigga
I'll rock with you till the wheels fall
And I'll still make them hoes spin nigga
Know my momma name, my brother name
Then we fam fam till the end nigga
I'll rock with you till the wheels fall
And I'll still make them hoes spin nigga

Make my next bag my best bag my old bitches achoo
I'll make my next bag my best bag my old bitches achoo



Credits
Writer(s): Djelano Winter, Wilton Nisbeth Jr
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