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Really a singer, but I'm walking on a trap beat
You bitches gone go broke tryna keep up with me
And I'm the realest he done seen that's why he fuck with me
Same ones hating everyday really look up to me
Niggas begging for a link, no you can't hang with me
Keep no friends around me, only the family

You ain't about your bread, you can't rock with us
In quarantine getting bags, ain't no stopping us
We in the back of the 'Bach rolling backwoods up
And Sheng pouring up four in a double cup
Let anybody fuck with him then you know it's up
Then you know it's up

Real boss bitch, know I'm popping it
Make one post, seconds later they watching it
I wear it first then these bitches go jockeying it
Hang with the niggas in my city that be flocking shit
And we still in the 'Bach getting high as shit
Look at me in my eyes and you know I'm lit
Yeah, you know I'm lit

I'm highly favored and I'm truly blessed
G Money yeah she the best of the best
I'm a fuckin natural, I'm not like the rest

You ain't about your bread, you can't rock with us
In quarantine getting bags, ain't no stopping us
We in the back of the 'Bach rolling backwoods up
And Sheng pouring up four in a double cup
Let anybody fuck with him then you know it's up
Then you know it's up



Credits
Writer(s): Gia Heron
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