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Mm, yeah, uh
Mm, yeah, uh
Mm, yeah, uh
Mm, yeah, uh
Mm, yeah, uh
Mm
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
I got a Glock four-three
I got a Glock four-five
If that lil nigga want beef
Then all of them niggas gone die
And I gotta keep me a stick on my side
'Cause I don't know none of them guys
Baby I hate when we fuss and we fight
You know I'm not telling you lies
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Racks in my pocket, you know that I got it
What you want?
Yeah, you know you can cop it
These bitches keep talking
I guess we the topic
Fuck all these hoes
I don't need no more options
We locked in for life
And you know it ain't stopping
I'm crazy 'bout you I don't care if I'm toxic
You got me emailing you
'Cause my number you blocked it
Baby your love is a drug,
I'm addicted can't stop it
Tryna get rich I been scheming and plotting
I wanna put that Dior on your body
I wanna take that Dior off your body
She told me make sure you close the door
Make sure you lock it
Whenever we sinning you know it get sloppy
And if I give you my heart
Bae you better not drop it
I go to the bank and I'm counting my profit
I got a Glock four-three
I got a Glock four-five
If that lil nigga want beef
Then all of them niggas gone die
And I gotta keep me a stick on my side
'Cause I don't know none of them guys
Baby I hate when we fuss and we fight
You know I'm not telling you lies
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Mm, yeah, uh
Mm, yeah, uh
Mm, yeah, uh
Mm, yeah, uh
Mm, yeah, uh
Mm
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
I got a Glock four-three
I got a Glock four-five
If that lil nigga want beef
Then all of them niggas gone die
And I gotta keep me a stick on my side
'Cause I don't know none of them guys
Baby I hate when we fuss and we fight
You know I'm not telling you lies
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Racks in my pocket, you know that I got it
What you want?
Yeah, you know you can cop it
These bitches keep talking
I guess we the topic
Fuck all these hoes
I don't need no more options
We locked in for life
And you know it ain't stopping
I'm crazy 'bout you I don't care if I'm toxic
You got me emailing you
'Cause my number you blocked it
Baby your love is a drug,
I'm addicted can't stop it
Tryna get rich I been scheming and plotting
I wanna put that Dior on your body
I wanna take that Dior off your body
She told me make sure you close the door
Make sure you lock it
Whenever we sinning you know it get sloppy
And if I give you my heart
Bae you better not drop it
I go to the bank and I'm counting my profit
I got a Glock four-three
I got a Glock four-five
If that lil nigga want beef
Then all of them niggas gone die
And I gotta keep me a stick on my side
'Cause I don't know none of them guys
Baby I hate when we fuss and we fight
You know I'm not telling you lies
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
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Writer(s): Jamauri, Jamauri O
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