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Aye
Trending topic (Huh?) yo bitch tryna top me
(Yeah) And it's sloppy (DON)
I ain't want her, so I just... treat her like a option (Yop)

Okay... aye
Trending topic, niggas tryna copy
I don't fuck with too many, I don't know who niggas' opps be
Or who niggas' mans be, won't let nobody lob me
'Cause soon as a nigga think he got 'em one, here come the mafia
They straight popping, ain't no plea copping
After tryna hop on opp shit 'cause yo bitch tryna top me
Everybody run they mouth too much, go where the cops be
Or, shit, you ain't gotta do that
Just stay the fuck from 'round me, hoe

If you was just gone do the same, you should've left me where you found me
Had a few come around 'cause they see this shit up, just to down me
That water deep, once you hop off that porch you bet not drown, G
Niggas scared of the deep end, but they love the county
'Cause ain't no effort to stay out and if it is it's lousy
Meanwhile, they opps step on they block and they can't do nothing 'bout it
Then get out yelling "it's smoke", ain't even finna pop shit
You got that heat for nothing man, just look at other options
Why you hit my brother line if you ain't gone cop shit?
Must be broke as hell, not a cent in yo pocket
Since that unemployment stopped, niggas back to robbing
You better use yo common sense 'fore you lose yo top, man
Just like dude, but that's still pending
We on the hunt man
Waiting patiently to make his head big as a pumpkin, and
Cuddy like JumpMan, how he shoot it ain't no pumping
No running either catch 'em, turn 'em into Runtz, man
Better hope you lucked up and he don't got his drum, man
Been done post up on yo block, but he don't miss, no Drummond
I just... really hit yo bitch doing that one dance
Don't know why you tryna save that hoe, you really something, man

Aye, trending topic niggas tryna copy
Don't fuck with too many, I don't know who niggas' opps be
Or who niggas' mans be, won't let nobody lob me
Soon as a nigga think he got 'em one here come the mafia
Straight... popping, ain't no plea copping
After tryna hop on opp shit, yo bitch tryna-
Aye, everybody run they mouth too much, go where the cops be
Or shit, you ain't gotta do that... stay the fuck from 'round me, though

Stay the fuck from round me, though
You wasn't even real from ground zero
You wasn't even 'bout me, bro
But shit, now I'm 'bout some pros
I'll fuck around and- alright
I'll fuck around and been done played a hunnid thousand hoes
Did a hunnid thousand shows, nigga
I mean, I'm just tryna do a hunnid thousand a show
And unc want like four thousand a bow

Little bitch, you know what the fuck going on
Alright, I'm off this song
This shit was off the dome



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