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Back for the first time, uh, catch a contact from the purp' I puff
I'ma pull a strap if it's worth my guns, when you chirp I come
Yeah, I'm a muhfucking G
Few stacks won't hurt my funds, spend it on a 'Lac if it's worth my ones
Kill 'em in a trap in a verse, I'm done, when you chirp I come
Yeah, I'm a muhfucking G

B.E.N.N.Y. man, AKA yay' in the minivan, one ball dissolves to a kilogram
Holla at the mayor, I was playing with a brick of sand, fifth'd jam, damn
I'm the man to the citizens
No tie, no suit, blow pine, gold coupe, no roof, hoes like, "oh why you so cute?"
I be that sex symbol, I'm going out tonight, smoke out the right, gun hanging out the left window
Ayy, shells falling to the ground, I'ma shoot to the skip while I fall into the lounge
Homie in the trap, you can call me for the chow, homie's just a rat, they gon' call me for the trial
Hood nigga spend his whole life in the streets, cross the wrong man, end his life in a week
His bitch pawn his chain, take his ice to the cheats, she probably thought it was cute
It was trifling and me? Everybody hated rated twice in a week
I'm the mayor fuckboy, save it, I ain't finna break
Mami, scrape the plate, I ain't finna waste, nah
I ain't finna chase money I ain't finna make
I'm the boss, everybody wanna fit in my shoes
Guess they feel they getting closer if they figure I lose
Tryna get a point across that I feel I can prove
But when they start ganging up, there ain't shit I can do
What goes around comes back around, you can die, honest
Leave you do your little dirt, you provide drama
You can buy armour, or you can buy my album
One hit'll blow it up like a suicide bomber
Rap beef, nah, dawg, leave it alone
Talk cheap, cross me, I'ma leave it to pros
Hitman, click-blam while you're leaving ya show
Niggas leaving with attitudes I'm leaving with hoes
Half-sleep, half-drunk so I'm weaving the road
Tell her bring that Dutch, I got weed in a bowl
Classics, yeah I mastered three in a row
Nigga, S.E. the gang, uh, G is the code

Back for the first time, uh, catch a contact from the purp' I puff
I'ma pull a strap if it's worth my guns, when you chirp I come
Yeah, I'm a muhfucking G

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