Doper than a stash spot Niggas left me cooking like a crockpot Niggas left me hanging like a crop top Now the time is ticking like clock shop (Niggas ticking, ticking) Put it on you like corrupt cops She tryna ride like she think that I’m the bus stop Makes sense, cause this really where the buck stops Like I’m Toronto Fumble bags, get it back like pronto Got the world sitting on my shoulders like ponchos And I’m getting more numbers than combos Drivin in my Sentra, 0-Death You can’t be too wavy if 0 your depth (FIRE) They just called my name on the intеrcom Listen to my songs, like “Don?, oh he been thе bomb” Listen to my songs like “Don? oh he been LeBron” Probably mean he changing to teams Probably mean it’s maybelline Barely can believe it like it’s make believe Greatest out of Winston it’s not maybe me Baby this is definitely Crowd gonna scream a nigga name and it’s deafening Only time they scream y’all niggas names when it’s threatening I’ll air this room out if you don’t choke me back It’s ok to be trash, it’s not your zodiac Nigga this not gas, nigga this cooked crack Now she drunk off mimosas, told me run that sack I’m just tryna throw stones at some glass houses Play smash, suck toes, and just spend thousands Lining up my shot, and you know it’s game blouses Why you need to re-up? You only sell ounces I sell EP’s, and DVD and PPV Steady gonna bring music back to MTV I might only wear the Cuban when she link with me You can’t Triforce me, I keep the Ganon you see? She let me play with her peach Y’all bringing sand to the beach Might be Mr. Fantastic with the way that you reach Can’t take L’s baby not a part of my speech I can barely even say it take 5 takes each I think I’m in waist deep I’m bout to go head and sweep She seen me holding up the trophy Let me go face deep I put the pussy to sleep These niggas pussy to me That’s the way the coochie crumbles And the coochie was free And free all my niggas but we never caught Are you niggas runnin game or we calling a walk I’m killing get the police tape, I’m bringing the chalk It’s easy to run your mouth that’s why niggas all talk
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