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Spark a Woody, gettin' buzz like Lightyear 

You fuck that bitch, I fucked her first so I might care 

Got these rappers stressin' out, they growin' white hair 

I dumped that bitch, sold her a dream, I gave her nightmares 

They talkin' shit from far away, my .40 right here 

Shooter shoot like Steve Kerr, I feel like Mike here 

Told that bitch I'm not Mike Tyson, I don't bite ears 

My shorty 21, she in her prime years 

I don't want her body, I want her mind, yeah 

My Lambo will transform, Optimus Prime, yeah 

I had to leave the Rex, the 6 is full of slimes, yeah 

They see me gettin' money, feel like droppin' dimes, yeah 

She said she wanna be my wife, I said don't waste my time 

I'll prolly keep on fuckin' bitches 'til I'm 49 

Please don't try me 'cause you know I'm Addy'd up 

He thought he was lit until we lit him up 

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I'm just a brown boy with a bag 

I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags 

Come get your issue, we got mags 

The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag 

Told my plug I need a pound 

You know I'm good for it 

I book a flight for your bitch 

She know I'm good for it 

My jeweler made another chain 

He know I'm good for it 

I'm what the music game needed 

Yeah I'm good for it 

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Got some money and they sayin' that I changed now 

She don't wanna fuck me, I'm tryna fuck her friend now 

She said she not a stripper, I still made her strip now 

I'm doin' good, I left the Rex, I'm off the strip now 

Had to upgrade all my shooters, got 'em 30 clips 

Told 'em best not wear my merch when you be doin' shit 

My bro still in the trap, I'm tryna get him out the shit 

'Cause he can't build a house with only half a brick 

Ain't talkin' burgers when I say that we was hittin' licks 

You fuck around I might just fuck around and fuck your bitch 

You switch your life around and that's when all your family switch 

Tell me who else would keep the lights on if I wasn't lit 

These pussies actin' like some toilets, wanna take my shit 

I got some Mali's from the south side, they be sprayin' shit 

Like 2K player mode, I had to recreate myself 

You wearin' fake designer, try to recreate my belt 

I'm just a brown boy with a bag 

I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags 

Come get your issue, we got mags 

The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag 

Told my plug I need a pound 

You know I'm good for it 

I book a flight for your bitch 

She know I'm good for it 

My jeweler made another chain 

He know I'm good for it 

I'm what the music game needed 

Yeah I'm good for it