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

[Verse 1:
Act like I it or somethin'
I saw this shit comin'
Tell me y'all would've done
Off wanted, was me none
Still sell ounces off my phone, stack fifty thousand I'm gone
And I been trappin' out it since my is not a home
I fuck your ho to sleep and stay up counting all alone
I give her 'bout a month, she be talkin' 'bout I did her wrong
Can't say I led you on when there no feelings shown
I wanna your friend (again), haha, fuck this shit we grown
It seem like most these niggas concerned with looking like it
I so many shots you think I had a liquor license
Expect to get when you really livin' like this
And I know feeling my shit, 'cause they be stealing my shit
Shit done got so silly man, I might quit
But I do let me get this million right quick
Riding 'round the with a stick, feel like I'm still in '06
with the peel off tints
Listen, you really know shit
Feel like I got a tat on bitch, how my trigger finger itch
I done spent a rack on this
I done seen how she act on that
Girl you nasty, imagine this, I'm back with the
break 'em down to four zips, and vacuum the shit
Black trash bags, we having that shit
And we don't give no passes to no passengers
So far past 'em I don't even remember passing a
Got to pay me to pay attention, I ain't patching up
Yeah I'm back with this shit, give a fuck who you go get
I'm out here every day, I'm by my lonely, 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

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