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Uh uh
Uh uh uh
Yea uh uh
Yea I got the team up on my back (uh uh)
Bad ass bitch yea I'm breaking her fuckin back (uh uh)
If you got my back bitch I got your back
All these lame niggas copying my swag
Bitch I got my mind set on this bag
My Glock got a beam wit a laser its playing tag
Her nose white cause she doin crack
All my shooters they wearing all black
I heard that nigga died that's a new op pack
Yea that shit in the fuckin air
I-I'm a prince ion talkin bel air
All you niggas be fake I really fuckin swear
Designer, its what my niggas wear
I'm earning this honey ion talkin bear
Yo bitch in love mane all she does is stare
All you niggas wanna be me you cant compare
Yea you cant compare
I really hope you niggas are aware
You really cant compare
Y-you some devil worshippers I said a prayer
Bitch I'm takin you down like its demon slayer
Bitch ion in love I'm a fuckin player
Bitch I'm running this shit like I'm a fuckin mayor
Bitch I'm knocking them out like I'm Floyd Mayweather
Man, ice so cold need a fucking sweater
You niggas below me I will always be fuckin better
I'm setting niggas up yea they call me the setter
I'm Polite nigga writing this shit like a letter
Yo bitch on me yo better go fuckin get her
I was sipping out that cup I cant even remember
All I remember was mixing that oxy with the sprite
I might of even put a perc in that fuckin sprite
I'm so fuckin high think I lost my sight
Feel like I'm on a plane I jus took a flight
Me and my niggas only be out at night
That bitch look like my coke yea she white
Uh uh
Uh uh uh
Yea uh uh
Yea I got the team up on my back (uh uh)
Bad ass bitch yea I'm breaking her fuckin back (uh uh)
If you got my back bitch I got your back
All these lame niggas copying my swag
Bitch I got my mind set on this bag
My Glock got a beam wit a laser its playing tag
Her nose white cause she doin crack
All my shooters they wearing all black
I heard that nigga died that's a new op pack
Yea that shit in the fuckin air
I-I'm a prince ion talkin bel air
All you niggas be fake I really fuckin swear
Designer, its what my niggas wear
I'm earning this honey ion talkin bear
Yo bitch in love mane all she does is stare
All you niggas wanna be me you cant compare
Yea you cant compare
I really hope you niggas are aware
You really cant compare
Y-you some devil worshippers I said a prayer
Bitch I'm takin you down like its demon slayer
Bitch ion in love I'm a fuckin player
Bitch I'm running this shit like I'm a fuckin mayor
Bitch I'm knocking them out like I'm Floyd Mayweather
Man, ice so cold need a fucking sweater
You niggas below me I will always be fuckin better
I'm setting niggas up yea they call me the setter
I'm Polite nigga writing this shit like a letter
Yo bitch on me yo better go fuckin get her
I was sipping out that cup I cant even remember
All I remember was mixing that oxy with the sprite
I might of even put a perc in that fuckin sprite
I'm so fuckin high think I lost my sight
Feel like I'm on a plane I jus took a flight
Me and my niggas only be out at night
That bitch look like my coke yea she white
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