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(album: epiphany - 2021)


Grrah-boaw-boaw-boaw
Bee, fah, fah

Made a opp disappear, nigga, like a genie
Your bitch giving head, like a beanie
He cap for the net 'cause he won't come see me
I'm signed to the streets, I ain't signing no treatie
And I'm moving these packs like a motherfucking widget
And I'm spinning his block like a motherfucking fidget
You rock hand me down, nigga, my shit fitted
I ain't going for nothing, yo' whole block get it
Don't go back there, boy, yo' thot in the back
I came up off a play and I ain't going back
Boy, you niggas ain't gang, ain't no flag on your back
I'm fucking this bitch and I'm pulling her tracks
If he keep talking shit, I'ma send him his bitch, traps
Me and my gang got big straps
Said he better than me, I don't get that
And yo' man just died, get your lick back
You needa get your lick back, nigga
I'm in New York and I'm counting up figures
Hundreds and fifty's look good in my pictures
These niggas want beef with me just 'cause I'm richer
Lil' Dami going up
I ain't loving these hoes, they gon' fuck up my trust
Getting this money a must
If my bro throw the oop, I'ma run that shit up

Made a opp disappear, nigga, like a genie
Your bitch giving head, like a beanie
He cap for the net 'cause he won't come see me
I'm signed to the streets, I ain't signing no treatie
And I'm moving these packs like a motherfucking widget
And I'm spinning his block like a motherfucking fidget
You rock hand me down, nigga, my shit fitted
I ain't going for nothing, yo' whole block get it
Don't go back there, boy, yo' thot in the back
I came up off a play and I ain't going back
Boy, you niggas ain't gang, ain't no flag on your back
I'm fucking this bitch and I'm pulling her tracks
If he keep talking shit, I'ma send him his bitch, traps
Me and my gang got big straps
Said he better than me, I don't get that
And yo' man just died, get your lick back
You needa get your lick back, nigga
I'm in New York and I'm counting up figures
Hundreds and fifty's look good in my pictures
These niggas want beef with me just 'cause I'm richer
Lil' Dami going up
I ain't loving these hoes, they gon' fuck up my trust
Getting this money a must
If my bro throw the oop, I'ma run that shit up (Gang)

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