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    Fuck wrong with a nigga, man?
    You know I'm sayin', nigga trippin'
    But he gon' respect something, ya heard me?
    Say, Chop, I'ma run this bitch like this, look, check this out, look

    Everybody wanna see me down
    Full of tabs while I'm ridin' 'round
    Catch a nigga slippin' out of bounds
    Hit up Uncle Will, he got the pounds
    Used to count me out and now they lost count
    I can write a check and make the bank bounce
    Got the safe, mother-fuck a bank account
    Broke my heart, what the fuck you thinkin' 'bout?

    I'm the one these niggas hating on
    Yeah, I'm finna blow, I feel it (For real)
    Never did a bitch nigga none, don't know why these niggas trippin' (Yeah)
    Never let a nigga tip me, stand tall on my tippies
    Used to smoke weed, switched up
    Now, the X got a nigga trippin'

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    Yeah, a nigga with the gang
    All you pussy niggas lame
    Sneak dissing on them songs
    None of that bullshit entertain (For real)
    I been tryna maintain, tryna stay in my lane
    I don't do it for the fame
    Pussy, you should be ashamed!
    I know what's up with you, nigga
    I never fucked with you, nigga
    I would've bust for you, nigga
    I put my trust in you, nigga
    Now, I can't fuck with you, nigga
    Had me lookin' for ya cousin, he wanted to kill ya
    I put a 30 up under my pistol
    Your sister swallowed nut, so I never kissed her
    But I fuck with her, so I never dissed her

    You a bitch, I know the real you
    You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you
    Never let a nigga steal you
    Switched up, I can't feel you
    You a bitch, I know the real you
    You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you
    Never let a nigga steal you
    Switched up, I can't feel you

    Why the fuck a nigga hating on me? Never did none to him
    Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry
    Got a deal, but for what, though?
    Everything you doing I done did it
    Baton Rogue my city
    Fuck nigga in his feelings
    Pussy nigga steady talkin' down, why a nigga sneak dissing?
    If you a man, come at me direct and watch a nigga be missin'
    I ain't with the tongue-wrestling
    I don't wanna rap beef with ya
    Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it

    Boy, I'm still in the streets with it
    Watch a nigga be missing
    Soon as a nigga make the news, they gon' holler we trippin'
    Yeah, TBG did it
    Yeah, Double-G did it
    On the 'Gram like you really with it
    Look at Lil One, he trippin'
    I remember Three, nigga
    Yeah, you remember me, nigga
    Steady hollering: "YoungBoy was tripping!"
    You ain't wanna beef with me
    Yeah, Montana straight, but he know what's up
    You can't pay a nigga to come fuck with us
    If a nigga try, he gon' bite the dust
    He get out of line, I'ma light him up
    Killers on my team, streets know it
    Y'all niggas worse than damn hoes
    Play pussy and get exposed
    A Hundred on my head, still doing shows
    Pull up in the hood, solo
    I can't fuck with no broke hoes
    Without a deal, I'm still signed
    Bank account on overload

    Why the fuck a nigga hating on me? Never did none to him
    Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry
    Got a deal, but for what, though?
    Everything you doing I done did it
    Baton Rogue my city
    Fuck nigga in his feelings (I swear)
    Pussy nigga steady talkin' down, why a nigga sneak dissing?
    If you a man, come at me direct and watch a nigga be missin'
    I ain't with the tongue-wrestling
    I don't wanna rap beef with ya
    Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it

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