Dwade

Too much money in the duffle
Keep a gun yeah I don't tussle
Lil boy want war wit me
But he ain't even got no muscle
I fuck these bitches
Pass 'em to my brothas
I don't cuff 'em
My own nigga switched on me
You'd be dumb to think I trust you
Too much money in the duffle
Keep a gun yeah I don't tussle
Lil boy want war wit me
But he ain't even got no muscle
I fuck these bitches
Pass 'em to my brothas
Ion
My own nigga switched on me
You'd be dumb to think I

I was dolo with bout 30 bags tryna get em gone in a week
When I catch em Ima split his ass
He better not think shit sweet
I feel like Dwade in 06' the way I carry the heat
All that pump faking and flagging
Boy don't bring that shit to the streets
You a internet lil gangsta jit
All you do is tweet
You ain't out here robbing niggas
You just a rat looking for cheese
Send somebody to go flip yo ass
Like a oz in a P
I don't even want no problems
Ima let you rest in peace
I don't even want no problems
Ima let you rest in peace
I been outchea on my own
Trying to get it out these streets
Mike Amari 1500
That don't mean nothin to me
Bitch I'm hot 500 degrees feeling like Weezy

Too much money in the duffle
Keep a gun yeah I don't tussle
Lil boy want war wit me
But he ain't even got no muscle
I fuck these bitches
Pass 'em to my brothas
I don't cuff 'em
My own nigga switched on me
You'd be dumb to think I trust you
Too much money in the duffle
Keep a gun yeah I don't tussle
Lil boy want war wit me
But he ain't even got no muscle
I fuck these bitches
Pass 'em to my brothas
Ion
My own nigga switched on me
You'd be dumb to think I



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