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THERAPY

 

THERAPY

(album: U4 0.5 - 2022)


Hi-yah
Hi-yah
Hi-yah
Yeah
Why this bitch getting flirty? Yeah
Yo bitch call me dirty, hi-yah

Twenty thousand for a coat, you know I'm rocking the RAFs, yeah
You niggas taking my sauce, you niggas taking my craft
Shawty want a marriage, I just want a therapist
Coupe blacked out, swear to God you can't even see my bitch

Diamonds on my neck, that chandelier, I swear they hitting like shit
Ho came to my crib last night, you lying if you saying you hitting the bitch (Huh, ayy, uh)
Top of the game, I'm ahead of my peers (Yeah)
Pretty pearly whites, I do not need no veneers
In my ears, you know I'm getting it all, you know I'm spending the racks
Yeah, he said he wanna pull up, the pussy ain't never come back
Y'all niggas wearing that Urus shit, I swear to God I'm finna get me a Track'
That nigga said he want some smoke, that's period, we put his ass in a pack
Woah-woah, pull up in that stolo
We gon' get you gone-gone, we gon' send you home
Throwing the pack, go long, please don't call my phone
You had did me wrong, ain't nothing but a ho

Twenty thousand for a coat, you know I'm rocking the RAFs, yeah
You niggas taking my sauce, you niggas taking my craft
Shawty want a marriage, I just want a therapist
Coupe blacked out, swear to God you can't even see my bitch

Evil science, I be pouring fours like I'm Doofenshmirtz
I know that your whole block full of hoes, y'all ain't shooting first
Ma-Mama finna get out, know she proud her son broke the curse
Fucked this dumb lil' bitch that pissed me off, damn near broke her purse
Having shootouts in the mall, damn near hit the clerk
Taking Perkies, bitch, I need them answers, will this shit come work?
Choppa front niggas, swear to God you think he surfing turf
I got the sauce, dirt
I'm a big cod, Perc'
You a facade, twerk

Twenty thousand for a coat, you know I'm rocking the RAFs, yeah
You niggas taking my sauce, you niggas taking my craft
Shawty want a marriage, I just want a therapist
Coupe blacked out, swear to God you can't even see my bitch

Coupe blacked out, swear to God you can't even see my bitch

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