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Damn, damn

Dropped the ball with her and picked it up with a badder bitch
Bitch, I'm handsome and wealthy, like "It don't matter" rich
Heard she found a better nigga and I ain't mad at it
'Cause I found a better bitch that make more salary
Yeah, she bad and so she check my IG page mad at me
Me and bro hit the same bitch, but it was trash to me
Man, the day I go flat broke, that's a tragedy
Got a plug, so them days really pass fast with me
Number (N)ine on my shirt, I gave nine to the clerk
You spent five on some Percs, paid that high for some dirt
I might be high, but high alert, created this shit like Tyler
That bitch, she broke, don't mind her, gave her some bands, that's how I flirt
If you ever lose the plot, gotta backtrack
Instead of doin' what you did, you should've did that
Now you thinkin' with a whole new strategy
And you know I'm too good to all my hoes, can't stand mad at me
And the bitch broke the bed, I went to [?]
Only reason that I got these fuckin' shoes 'cause y'all ain't havin' these
I get high and the high spread my wings on you niggas
If you ain't low energy, I had to change you niggas
Had this chain on my neck, look like a disco ball
I fuck with this gangsta bitch 'cause she'll take the fall
I'm like Shakespeare, that's why she wanna lay here
If you in my trap house, you know you gotta pay here (Go, go)
I don't really fuck with niggas, what I gotta make clear?
I don't really fuck with niggas, no, I can't make room
When she came around me, I made her say "Thank you"
High off this cough syrup, next time wanna drink you
Man, free my brothers, dog, they institutionalized
You don't wanna sit in jail, that's an institutional ride
I don't really fuck with her, all she sit and do is lie
You ain't never high as me, nigga, I can cruise the sky
Nigga, TAF just like Motown
Take your ho down, my smoke so loud
My smoke so loud, they like, "What's that damn sound?"
Ain't nothin' but smoke, baby, just calm down
Smokin' on this dope, baby, movin' in slow-mo, baby
I know you a ho, baby, I'm just lettin' me know, baby
Smokin' on this dope, movin' in slow-mo
I know you a ho, I'm just lettin' me know

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