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[Intro:
I'm just tryna clear my mind and better thoughts
I probably already that, Lito, Lito

[Verse 1:
Act like I lost it or
I should've saw this comin'
Tell me y'all would've done
Off wanted, was me none
Still sell ounces off my phone, stack fifty thousand then I'm
And I been trappin' out it my house is not a home
I fuck your ho to sleep and stay up counting all alone
I give her 'bout a month, she gon' be talkin' 'bout I did her
Can't say I led you on when there wasn't no shown
I wanna fuck your (again), haha, fuck this shit we grown
It seem like these niggas more concerned with looking like it
I send so shots you think I had a liquor license
Expect to get indicted you really livin' like this
And I know they feeling my shit, they be stealing my shit
Shit done got so man, I really might quit
But I do let me get this million right quick
Riding 'round the Ville with a stick, feel I'm still in '06
with the peel off tints
Listen, you really know shit
Feel I got a tat on this bitch, how my trigger finger itch
I spent a rack on this bitch
I seen how she act on that dick
Girl you nasty, imagine this, I'm back the shit
Just break 'em down to zips, and vacuum the shit
Black bags, we really having that shit
And we give no passes to no passengers bitch
So far past 'em I don't remember passing a bitch
Got to pay me to pay attention, I patching up shit
Yeah I'm back this shit, don't give a fuck who you go get
I'm out every day, I'm by my lonely, hood as it gets
Homie 'dem on shit, just put his foot on a brick
I had to get me money too, I couldn't resist
Grind

2: Don Trip]
I wonder how you watchin' me eat gon' fill up stomach?
I even finish countin' it and I want some more money
Sorry, know how to chill, but I got ice in my veins
Spend my days at the bank, and my nights at the range
How you fuckin' with me will be a good idea?
I got toy on me and I'm flyer than Buzz Lightyear, yeah
There we go, hoes hysterical
My lil body like the mama off Incredibles
Lookin' a snack with a bag full of edibles
I'm not this planet, I'm an extraterrestrial
And I still like the game ain't fixed
I brought extra ammunition case my aim ain't
Mama never got the
school I was baggin', I was cooler than the fucking York Peppermint Patty
Now I'm black on black on black inside the favorite chalice
With a chick from out a pageant, to be her baby daddy
I'm the pappy, I'm the pappy, don't he look just like his
I'm so at making babies, I think that's my hidden talent
Okay, okay, back to raking up the just to stash it
Trapped a hundred pounds and it never the plastic
My lil left for Cali and he came back with a package
That was 2012, he got seven for trafficking
Just in case you thought this shit was cute, you're
Out here tryna get some change they have your ass in chains