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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Oh, oh, whoa
No, no, no, no, no
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Yeah, yeah, yeah

Felt like Peter Griffin at my Lois, body full of Hi-tech
I see why you trap the slowest dawg ain't nobody finna buy that
I'm the type you front some sh-, if it ain't right, I'ma bring it right back
Clientele ain't really like that, can't even put no stamp on it

I'm the type you come up short, let's go to Publix, spend some yamps on it
I'ma get money nigga, by any means, 'til the death of me
I remember I was broke, and I remember who was there for me
Seen Granny on life support and all them tubes made me scared for her

I know how it feels to lose, everybody who really cared for you
Try to play me like no fool, and I will never put my hands on you
If you ever break the rules, will be the day I have to stand on it
Some thousand dollar shoes, catching flights, walking through the airport

Hop in a foreign car, no key, this is a push to start
I remember Pat and Turner, hit the block, walked some miles with 'em
Took a couple L's that set me back like Kawhi Leonard
Fresh as hell late nights in the trap but ion take no pictures

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, whoa
No, no, no, no, no