[Intro] No white flags Don't call my phone Or none of that bullshit I don't wanna hear no apologies nigga Shooting up all y'all spots nigga Your trap, your studios, your shows
[Verse 1] Don't call my phone with the drama know I took it Real veteran, I could tell you a rookie [?] still tryina book me Never took my chain off of her pussy In Atlanta banging just like I'm Tookie [?] gang, the set that I'm pushing Serve a junkie out a [?] Shoot at your Toyota I'm not hooking I set up shop anywhere, you cannot move me Fucking on hoes that used to overlook me Vacuum seal the pack but I can not mute it In all black in my game like G-Unit Talk about money, I speak that shit fluent FN Magazine holding on blue tips Toting on a stick the size of a pool stick Better get your bitch, she fucking the movement I already know you niggas is suing me How you trapping and your ass ain't improvement 13 when I first got that toolie If it's on site you know that I'm shooting Young nigga in the fucking streets I was doing this while you was hooping Been up on gang, you could not fool me Took em all he a goofy Big dogs in the hood tryna use me Now I'm on one you could recruit me Shoot up your set like a movie Out the window doubled down with two uzi's Catch you lacking down like you Uzi Niggas in the hood swear that they knew me Hire hit man pull up in a Doolie Fucking on a bitch that look like Karruche
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