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    Come on, hmm
    Come on, hmm
    Come on, mmm
    Come on, come on
    Lil Top, nigga (D-Roc)

    Woke up in the mornin', smoke my Newport like a camel, I need answers
    I'm fucked up and I been contemplatin' 'bout blammin' 'em and slammin' 'em
    Tryna stick you out your cannon, bitch, then lay you on a canvas
    All this money layin' 'round this bitch, I'm long ways from sadly
    I'm a savage like my daddy, I get active, yeah, you heard me
    Tote. 223s in my 23s, bitch make me pop out that 'Burban
    Pussy niggas wan' swerve me, she heard about it, she worried
    Pull on side me, open fire, I'm tryna do a bitch dirty

    Ooh, ballin'
    Who that is that's callin'? Tell 'em that I'm slime
    Say ooh, I'm stalkin'
    Tеll him that I'm on 'em, my address public
    'Cause I got a choppеr 'round this motherfucker
    I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
    She was on my dick and you know I fucked her
    Over a million dollars layin' on the table
    I got my cutter, nigga

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    Yeah, bitch, come and fuck with me
    Two-four-seven gettin' it, I been tryna make a way
    I, I been grindin', tryna make a livin'
    Baby girl, you the sickest, why you hidin'?
    I fly you private, come fuck with me, yeah
    Yeah, fly you to my city, yeah
    Salt Lake, this my business, bitch
    Pressed, why you up in it? Yeah
    I'm Kentrell, yeah, you see me winnin'
    I'm the one who split him when I got fresh out of prison
    Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me
    Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly
    I'm so fuckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me
    But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me
    I'm a fuckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me
    At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin' through my teeth
    Friends posted some years later, I'm happy who ain't fuck with me
    And bitch, you better not fuck with me, you know I got this gun on me, hmm

    Ballin'
    Who that is that's callin'? Tell 'em that I'm slime
    Say ooh, I'm stalkin'
    Tell him that I'm on 'em, my address public
    'Cause I got a chopper 'round this motherfucker
    I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
    She was on my dick and you know I fucked her
    Over a million dollars layin' on the table
    I got my cutter, nigga

    Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me
    Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly
    I'm so fuckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me
    But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me
    I'm a fuckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me
    At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin' through my teeth
    Friends posted some years later, I'm happy who ain't fuck with me
    And bitch, you better not fuck with me, you know I got this gun on me

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