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Yop, look
Yea
Okayyyy
okay okay okay (biggest underdog nigga)

Yea, look
She ain't say she was my x until she seen them o's add
Boy you bitchin' bout that spot you in like you ain't chose that
You get sad and get on Prozac, go get on pros bro
I showboat cus I'm on new waves, they on my old hoes
It's so sad, you only flex if brodie let you hold that
He say he pulled up in my old hood I bet he drove fast
He won't ever spin back, he won't ever roll back
I'd tell his ass to hang it up but he ain't got no coat rack
Lil' baby not a fan of solitude then we ain't no match
No hat, I'm nomad they be like "where the pope at"
I den' dealt with different types of pain it's cool I show that
It ain't shit to press gas, even after jet lag
She don't even need a nigga it sound like she need a stepdad
The thing that make me different is the way I deal with setbacks
I make sure my check fat and my fit fly
Them niggas love you when you up but I den' seen 'em flipflop
Cade asking for a handout, that's like a sick doc
I try not to sin a lot I know that pit hot
My brodie tryna break some shit like he been listening to too much Slipknot
I'm dozing off on the mic, I need to switch flows
I'll burn a bridge fast like some cig paper (yop)
I'll burn a bridge fast like some cig paper
Let me see some ID y'all talkin' bout y'all real sisters
Ion' be around nobody cus I don't feel niggas
I need me a mil-ticket, got me plottin' like a con man
He want some sauce from me but I be stingy with my condiments
Man I'm oh so flossy I be steppin' in all kind of shit
These niggas act like they don't know me 'till somebody hating
I be tryna shed a tear but I be fadeddd
Fake love, Ima keep that shit a dub I just can't appreciate it
She say one thing do the opposite how you get B from A
It ain't nothing ever stopping me I can't een' see a gate
Man these niggas be expired like they left they meters late
All this pape I need a rake
They need me to lead the way
I had felt some type of way but she don't even need to stay
Ion got no red flags
I'll just tell you keep away
Lil' baby hate me but she love the way I look, on some hollow shit
Faking it won't get you far, you can't always follow script
Niggas ask me what I'm on, I say I'm a college kid
You get clout, they gone swallow dick I'm knowing how it get
What I'm smoking make my momma pissed, gave me monolids
You so broke, my only advice where to find a splint
You a goofy tryna snoop cus you can't see behind the tints
Boy yo ass ain't 4PF you prolly keep four kinda lint
She like me cus I'm a gent
You be purpin' on the gram
Think you smarter than you are
You the perfect kind of ham
Even when I'm hurting shit I know for certain I'm the man
I don't look nervous on no cam cus I'm made for it
Yea she yours, she get round me she gone turn to rainforest
All my swag so natural I ain't never paid for it
You know me, I'll save the day before I save whore

(What, what, what)
Need I say more



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Writer(s): Bryan Thomas
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