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I can see em in my sleep tryna get me
Yea I make it look good but my lifestyle tricky

Keep that backdoe closed for the leeches huh
Imma dog breeder now
Mixing food like it's Benihanas
The way these grams dump daily police wanna knock us
My heart beating i seen the raid vans at McDonalds
Put this bitch in sport and bend the corner
Imma real gritter I can't let the police get up on me
Everyday I'm in that blender
Where the bitches fuck yo killas and yo homies
Boy don't leave that backdoe open
I play the background on em

Play the background on these niggas
Before the work run I was selling beans on silty
Go and ask about Luh Toon I get it gone quickly
In the kitchen with the stove on like I'm cooking jiffy
Put this rental in yo name baby if you miss me
I got pops
All around from Burchwood to Brick City
I can break this shit down or I can sell it cheaper
Phone bamming off the meter
Riding round with two switches and I'm speeding
I missed a head brah swiped em Ian even mad
I rather let my brother get it den be down bad
On Tuesdays and Thursdays I duck the task
I'm riding dirty why you asking can you smoke yo gas
Shell station packed it's a line but they ain't come for gas
Waiting on the signal from the nigga with the blow packs
It take money for a war how you beefing ain't got no racks
Pull up witta fully he ain't get the chance to blow back
Niggas talk to much that prolly got his hoe snatched
Is you a boss or a worker nigga where yo table at
Onna interstate I'm outta bounds where the tolls at
Momma told me that it's hot in West TN I'm knowing that
So imma switch it up
Kentucky bound Amish people round but ion give a fuck
You gotta take some chances in this shit to get yo sack up
I feel addicted to this shit when I get a rush
My uncle told me that the dope game gone fuck me up



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Writer(s): Damian Taylor
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