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Hmm (Stevo crowned this beat) Ayy, nigga donated plasma for fifty dollars and bought pussy with it You wonder why your dick hot, you woozy, nigga Need a Amber alert, lately, my roof been missin', huh Bitch, you talin' to the G.O.A.T. like that Dolittle nigga Car got a fuckin' horse on it like I hoop for Pistons Got a hand full of glass like I'm doin' dishes Whole city know your bitch' neck warm, stupid nigga Dweeby ass boy, yo' mama ain't never seen you with bitches I'm gettin' concerned 'cause I ain't never seen you with chicken So fuckin' broke, you need to kill yourself, you torturin' My haters tryna be my friends, now they forfeitin' Why you ain't never popped shit? Go to the orphanage All the rules, I'm bendin' 'em I'm the smoothest criminal I don't want these bitches to myself, I just be rentin' 'em Boy, your own family know you lame, shit despicable D and G on me like I work for Dollar General You can't be my fan if you a simp 'cause you not listenin' Nigga hit the stand and start admittin', just like Michigan Free all of my scammers and my killers, bitch, they innocent Fuck a Plain Jane, I'm show-boatin' like an immigrant Rich bitches, but they on shit, that's who I'm dealin' with (Who I'm dealin' with) Letras de cancionesGet to stompin' in these Rick Owens like they timber (Like they timber) [?] like I don't know her, I don't remember shit (I don't remember) Model bitches act like I ain't make 'em, I ain't give up shit Flexin' hard, I feel like Kurt Angle, how these medals hit (Flex hard) Took her on a trip with me, she said y'all never went (Never went) She wasn't tryna pay the fee, that's why I never hit (Never hit) He said he don't fuck with me, I must've hit his bitch (And I did) Off-season, I done ran it up, I been doin' sprints (Ran it up) Five-hundred shoes in my closet, look like cool kicks (Cool kicks) Free my trap niggas out my flockers, they ain't do shit (They ain't do shit) I'm in Sax, being disrespectful, snatchin' rude fits (Yeah) I don't want these bitches to myself, yeah, it's too many 'em (It's too many) Passin' hoes, lendin' 'em (Lendin' 'em) Big hundreds, printin' 'em (Printin' 'em) I get first dibs, I'm like, "I don't want the skinny" (I don't want the skinny) I keep breakin' all the fuckin' rules, I be forgettin' 'em (Yeah) All the rules, I'm bendin' 'em I'm the smoothest criminal I don't want these bitches to myself, I just be rentin' 'em Boy, your own family know you lame, shit despicable D and G on me like I work for Dollar General You can't be my fan if you a simp 'cause you not listenin' Nigga hit the stand and start admittin', just like Michigan Free all of my scammers and my killers, bitch, they innocent Fuck a Plain Jane, I'm show-boatin' like an immigrant From Letras Mania