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Croptober

2023

Gangsta lean

They tried to put me in the dirt (Yung Lan on the track)
I had to take her to pound town after I put a nigga on a shirt
I told 'em that I got two phones, my nigga, I'm moving with purpose
Sticking to the code, what's going on? These niggas be fightin' the Percs
I bought this shit off drug money, nigga better not step on my turf
I hang around with some real killers, if you scared, then go to church
I ain't wanna get on no gangster shit, but fuck nigga tried me first
I look at me like I'm blessed, but the opps might look at me like I'm cursed

Look at all this pain I bring, slide through and paint the scene
Bitch, I'm like a famous king, I should do famous things
I put shit on gangster lean, don't put my name in things
'Cause when you say my name, it rings and that start changing things (Yeah, ho)
I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to bitches that got good pussy, but can't do nothing for me
I laugh to keep from crying, but really it ain't shit funny
Every decision I make be for my kids, they can't go hungry
Nah, they can't go hungry
Bitch, I'm pressure, that's why I ain't text you
Look at me, don't it look like I need extra? Bitch, I'm not regular
Driving some shit that don't come out 'til next year, shit came with Alexa
I don't want shit that's gon' come with electric, I call it collectors
I'm just like Hugh Hefner, uh
Diamond charm, protected with the glizzy, yeah
From the slums, you ain't really with me, yeah
You a pawn, you ain't really did it, yeah
Bubblegum, pull up with the sticky, yeah

They tried to put me in the dirt (Yung Lan on the track)
I had to take her to pound town after I put a nigga on a shirt
I told 'em that I got two phones, my nigga, I'm moving with purpose
Sticking to the code, what's going on? These niggas be fightin' the Percs
I bought this shit off drug money, nigga better not step on my turf
I hang around with some real killers, if you scared, then go to church
I ain't wanna get on no gangster shit, but fuck nigga tried me first
I look at me like I'm blessed, but the opps might look at me like I'm cursed (Opps might look at me like I'm cursed)

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Look at all this pain I bring, slide through and paint the scene
Bitch, I'm like a famous king, I should do famous things
I put shit on gangster lean, don't put my name in things
'Cause when you say my name, it rings and that start changing things (Yeah, ho)
I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to bitches that got good pussy, but can't do nothing for me
I laugh to keep from crying, but really it ain't shit funny
Every decision I make be for my kids, they can't go hungry
Nah, they can't go hungry
Bitch, I'm pressure, that's why I ain't text you
Look at me, don't it look like I need extra? Bitch, I'm not regular
Driving some shit that don't come out 'til next year, shit came with Alexa
I don't want shit that's gon' come with electric, I call it collectors
I'm just like Hugh Hefner, uh
Diamond charm, protected with the glizzy, yeah
From the slums, you ain't really with me, yeah
You a pawn, you ain't really did it, yeah
Bubblegum, pull up with the sticky, yeah