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  Just did it
  Just did it
  Yeah yeah
  Cormill
  Yeah yeah
  I might just do this shit for fun, fr fr
  Real talk on this shit
  Ayy, ayy
  Niggas be switchin on they partners for a couple dollars
  Bitch we aint talkin, if he want it, we gon bring the drama
  Thats on my momma, we were ready when its for the commas
  My foreign bitch, she fuck me good, we eat at Benny Hondas
  I came from nothin, try and take it, then you gotta kill me
  She see my tats, and like my hair, I think she wanna feel me
  Im off the drink, I spilled the cup, my wood is full of sticky
  She mixed the molly with the liquor, now she actin silly
  Say fuck a job, Im with my niggas, wе gon run it up
  Dont give a fuck bout what you think, bitch we need all the bucks
  That nigga lamе, look like a stain, I might just leave him stuck
  Im on the road, still layin low, the cops be on my nuts
  I poured a four inside my sprite and now Im leanin over
  He got her drunk, that nigga mad because I fucked her sober
  Im feelin lucky, smokin gas, this that four leaf clover
  Yes you can suck me, then you leavin you aint stayin over
  Niggas be hatin from a distance cause they bitches love it
  How you gon talk on twitter but try be my friend in public?
  Im cookin up, thats why they mad, my shit fresh out the oven
  Dont do no talkin, nor discussion, most these niggas bluffin
  I made my way, Im on my way, now they all in my face
  I work too hard, dont need no feature, look at my fanbase
  These niggas plottin gotta watch em, tryna build a case
  She like the finer things, designer jeans around her waste
  Fuck in Chanel, you can tell, she will never tell
  Got Clientele, my shit ringin, money off the scale