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I need a whip that'll give me some drift
Got me an M16 on standby
Hit a few shots when I'm hitting that driveby
I need a bigger supply of the gyal that are hoes
We argue she giving me nothing but silence
It's killing her
Next thing we smashing like mario bros
Now brother we turn up the stove
My contraband bigger
My bank account bigger
You pulling your trigger
But it's just a photo
Call me the rock cah I'm always on promo
Levels they pay me to pick up the phone
They never believed man has always been solo
Never gon stop till I earn me a mobo
Always on look out some niggas are bolo
Sniffing the packs that I open like momo
Leaning back when I walk in like I'm ghetto
I'm in the zone got domain expansion
You show me your service a wannabe hansen
Declining the offer we don't accept sanctions
I ball in the clutch like my name is Paxson
I need a hella supply of Gucci
I'm hitting it raw when I dive in that coochie
Swimming in it like I'm Ian Thorpe
Turned my voice deep like my name is corpse
She like how I talk
This ting wanna stalk
Stepping out hop out in my J4s
I got like four
This henny I poured
Bad b wanna do madness lock jaw
Rosary swaying she like how I wear it got four
Rocking it repping my shit for the lord
I never switch up I see man switching chords
They say Daniel's greedy he always wants more
Some rappers making me sick to my core
Duplicate tracks everyday make me bored
She don't know what man has got in the store
Never try sit at my table, the door
Never participate when I'm your opp
I'll mop the floor with you
Spinning the block with my drop top coupe
Always gon show out I never went stu
Never try test me nigga I shoot
Got bands in the safe nigga bulletproof
I take out the chete you give me the loot
And I don't give a shit I got something to prove
And I don't give a shit in my way just move
All of the shit that I say is true
She ask where I am fam I ain't got a clue
And I'm breathing the loons highest one in the room
And I'm stuck to the floor when I'm waved like glue
Say who you are fam I don't know who
Saying you're better you must be new
That nigga has always been fake fam I knew
Coming to me when you're feeling blue
But I leave it on read while I'm making this green
Leaving the scene when I finish top three
Doing this shit til 2093 no yeat
Spitting on beats so the fam can eat
Caught up now you can never be me
Watch your attempt I do nothing but crease
Murder on the beat yeah it's nothing but greeze
Nothing but greeze
I'm better than all you niggas fam
Dun know