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Feezie Productions
**** that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up
Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom
I need help, I got a problem ****in' exotic dancers
From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I ****ed her with my pants on
I gave every young nigga a Glock in my hood
Which one you workin'? Buy two, you servin'
And that hatе, get back and forth with the court like Julius Ervin'
I could'vе bought a kilo but I bought a chain for thirty
Glock 27, I stuck a **** in it, it was a virgin
I'ma chase that paper 'til I'm tired, nigga had a rest
They wear this carb', he still die, but he had a vest
Hope you proud of me, nobody made it from my projects yet
I signed a deal then my city on a private jet
I rock Fear of God, I ain't never feared a nigga yet
All of us got bankrolls, we do not flex with each other's checks
And these hoes know I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm fresh out the barn
I'm dropping my addy, she call that baby shit 'round me, the foreign
Dior, woah, VLONE, woah
Model, woah, she gon' suck ****, woah
Plug, woah, draco, woah
Now he can't, woah
**** that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up
Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom
I need help, I got a problem ****in' exotic dancers
From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I ****ed her with my pants on
No knock, just sign me for the meals, I prolly **** it off
Won't put my BM in the Benz, I heard she ****in' off
I been out here grindin', Rollie timin', yeah, we wildin'
Baby prayed the lawyer since I made five hunnid thousand
Presi', Presi', Patek, they like, "Doggybone a problem"
I ain't go to college, so he got it out the mud, huh
Seen two mill' in blues, he don't even **** with Bloods
'Cause I want twenty for a show, but still I ask, "How much the club got?"
Can't wait 'til they left bud, a'ight, I'm done playin' games
Won't switch for not a *****, then hear my son sayin', "Change"
Like we made it, I signed a deal for a couple hun', I moved that shit in Vegas
If not fine, then I'm with Baby, if not Baby, I'm with Ced'
So many shirts, want twelve a verse or back to sellin' meds
Dior, woah, VLONE, woah
Model, woah, she gon' suck ****, woah
Plug, woah, draco, woah
Now he can't, woah
**** that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up
Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom
I need help, I got a problem ****in' exotic dancers
From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I ****ed her with my pants on
Hunnid bands and Birkin bags, my girl don't need no OnlyFans
I go crazy every shot I get, like this my only chance
I run through a million cash so much, I need another hand
I just hope the play not play with me, we gon' **** up the plan
I just heard he said he rich as me, I know he wish he was
Don't know what they kid gon' pull up in, I just keep switchin' up
I had racks before my bud, if they know, they know what's up
Ain't too many niggas in Atlanta sold more bags than us
Rylo went new cat on 'em, Dugg got four hunnid racks on 'em
I just sit, laid back, chill, I could bust they ass, for real
***** all in my comments, makin' jokes, like, I be poppin' pills
Boy, you know what's up when it be smoke, someone get popped for real
Dior, woah, VLONE, woah
Model, woah, she gon' suck ****, woah
Plug, woah, draco, woah
Now he can't, woah
**** that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up
Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom
I need help, I got a problem ****in' exotic dancers
From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I ****ed her with my pants on
*****
Sum'n light