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Some never change, nigga
Aha, ayy,

Frank Muller, put one, two to your
Habla, gun dada, there is hotter
I'm so in love witcha girl, just somethin' 'bout her
I'm havin' fun with her, you come get her
I her face, bust one on her concealer
And make another girl lick it off, I'ma dumb
Since a nigga, I've been a made man
My bitches come fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a bag, then run up more
I won a 100k shootin' 10 to 4
poker, put the sack up, go all in
Lose, down, win, go to Dubai
If you wanna win big, the risk gotta be
Want them bad all on your dick, you gotta be fly
Yeah, he cool but he not a T.I., I will be
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash
Dope boy fashion, fuck boys, hate 'em with a passion
I'm sucka-duckin' money
A hard dick all a got coming, yeah

All I know is & more (aha)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord
Puttin' on, homie, that's I was born for (You know what this is)
Hunnid (Yeah)
All I is more & more (aha) (Wassup)
Goin' to the 'fore I'm going broke (Tip, I got you, nigga)
Do it all against the odds, baby, knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was for (You, know what this is)
Hunnid

boy, bitch I ain't got to say it again
It's the king and the don, you gotta it again
Drop the top, lace your boots up, your scale
All you see are E's like you're weighin' a whale
See, I'm straight up out the gutter, it ain't hard to
Flex, made yellow butter, it ain't hard to sell
rounds up on my hip, make it hard to walk (damn)
Caller from a number, make it hard to stalk
the top on a 'Rari, nigga, I'm so made
Left the Dawn in the Bend, Dade, I'm so
And she came to the mansion, yeah, the bitch got
Skinny dippin' in the yeah, lil bitch got saved, huh

All I know is more & (aha)
Goin' to the grave I'm going broke
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, what I was born for
bands (Yeah)
All I is more & more (aha) (more & more)
Goin' to the grave I'm going broke
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was for
bands

All I know is get check and the respect
Fly the family Atlanta to Hawaii and back
Why would you act No, I'm not an asshole
Get your ass blown smooth off for doin' too
Had it the other nigga that was tryna move up
It is what is, no way to make a do-up
Better know we was selling crack until we blew up
Was trappin', everybody us
And then the mill'
Done been through so much shit that I'm to it, don't feel pain
Just heard Urban Legend the other day and it bang
Get a (get it)
Make it double, want weight, you need some bigger muscles (you need it)
Finesse the plan, then your way throughout the filibuster
Tryin' not to kill a sucka, a hard job (ya dig)
But still try my hand with a car show
Boy, I've been getting it out the mud since 14, it do what it does
True nigga

All I know is & more (aha)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm broke
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's I was born for (You know what this is)
bands (Yeah)
All I know is more & (aha) (more & more)
Goin' to the 'fore I'm going broke
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's I was born for, uh huh
Hunnid
All I is

Some and some more is all I know, man
You know what I
Big-big shit poppin' for a long time, you that?
Hey, we do this shit for bread and meat; we win then we don't eat, you understand?
Yeah, yeah, talk while we is what we do all day, man
I mean, try to be as I can be
But truth be told, of you nigga can't fuck with me, you understand that?
the motherfuckin' king, nigga
Come hell or water, accept no substitution
solid all the way through it
Fuck what a got to say
What I did, can nobody
Build this shit my bare hands, man
Bare to the greatness
It's you
This is the Trap