New crib in another state to duck off (Duck off)
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You get on my nerves, bitch, fuck off (Fuck off)
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Runaway train, I done took off
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I move with a purpose, give 'em the right influence, that's how I'm the big dog
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I'm with the clappers, I better not throw a punch
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Free all of the rappers (Uh), hope they get a mistrial (Yeah)
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No more spendin' more than I'm savin', lettin' this shit pile (Pile up)
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Livin' kiddy, that shit was corny, I had to switch styles (Styles up)
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Eight M's on the crib come from Section 8, man, this shit wild (Wild)
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I took the lil' bros and I mold 'em, they know to hold it down (Hold this shit down)
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I got lots of dollars and yens, and a whole lot of pounds
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I left the conditions you can't pay niggas to go around (Round up)
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We in Miami, PJ to the BP
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I can't lie, this shit okay for me (Sweet)
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Locked in, in the studio all night, but she gon' wait for me (Stay up)
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She told me she treat you like a lame, but she don't play with me (No way)
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She say I'm her favorite nigga (Uh)
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These niggas backwards
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They get a lil' money, spend it all, and then they ask for some (How?)
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I grew up with million dollar hitters, still ain't ask for nothin' (Never)
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Fuck it up, I probably get it for the summer
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Run my money up in like a month or somethin'
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I'm with the hustlers (Real ones)
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Runnin' circles 'round these rappin' niggas
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No discussion from me (No)
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I got niggas still stuck in the trenches, shit be fuckin' with me
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I was checkin' emails on the plane and she start suckin' on me
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It ain't no buster in me, no
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It ain't no tussle in me, bro
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Pop up my leg, give her that dope
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I done seen suckers turn to soldiers
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I seen gangsters turn hoes
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Ain't no rules inside the streets no more, anything goes
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But I'm a diamond in the dirt, so I won't ever change roles
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I been schoolin' niggas
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Bad bitch, bad class, and all about her digits (Brr)
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Ten-fifty for a pound, I come from sellin' midget (Mid)
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Couple songs went diamond, I'm just gettin' started, shit big
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Always run into problems 'cause I couldn't never sit still
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Went five on a Brabus, but this one come with six wheels
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Two hundred fifty mill', don't mention it 'less it's a big deal
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I got a lil' percent (Yeah), I could be sellin' bricks
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You know the kind that flake like diamonds, we call it fish
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Raw smell like nail polish, who tryna give a fix?
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Country boy keep callin', I'm tryna find the mix
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Drop a zip, no soda, it come back twenty-six grams
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Farm house in Selena, we tall like thirty mill' and Wham (Talk)
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Taught myself to a dollar, I really got the gift of gab
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This time, I'ma show 'em, get in a whole different bag
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Everybody can talk it, but they ain't standin' how I stand up
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Check all these
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I'm turnin' up more, please (Yeah)
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Listen Up
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| Lil Baby |
