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Miles I gotta the f*ck out of here im going crazy
Yeah
All black air forces ones they dirty
Coach check me in im dropping thirty
Im tryna fight my urges
Tryna see if they nervous
Tryna see if they with me
Im tryna see through the curtains
Im in all black, Im Ski'd up and im out here lurking
Out here working
Hurting with a purpose
She out here twerking
But I know one thing and one thing for certain
She young and learning, She young and turnt and
She don't need me, don't need me for nothin
F*ck
I just dropped the damn blunt, damn blunt yeah
I already know she getting f*cked
So im just tryna run it up
I need a bag yeah, I need a bag
I Need them racks yeah, I need them racks
I needa couple mil' and that's facts
Then I double it up and run it back
I need a check from a label, check from a label
I need seven zeros, I need seven zeros
I need it for my friends, I need it for my friends
I need it for kinfolk, I need it for kinfolk
I need it bad nigga, I need it bad
I need the stack full
Nigga I needa cash
Don't want no broke nigga all them niggas trash
They just make me laugh
She don't need me, don't need me for nothin
F*ck
I just dropped the damn blunt, damn blunt yeah
I already know she getting f*cked
So im just tryna run it up
I need a bag yeah, I need a bag
I Need them racks yeah, I need them racks
I needa couple mil' and that's facts
Then I double it up and run it back, I run it back
I run it back, I run it back, I run it back
I run it back
I run it back, I run it back, I run it back
I run it back