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got the whole gang mad these nigga ain't talkin bout what they have Bring that bag B Bring that bag smoke too much im tryna keep a gap bitch got knocked on one tap feelin like I'm poet but i rap niggas tryna play with the strap Cash I need that Might go bad for that Shwaty why u sad Wonder why why im alve it's a fact spend some racks for the gas whaere the cash do the dash yo throw the ash recognise ya recognise my bitch don't recognise me when high she think i lie yeah i might lie that bitch wanna make me cry told her die. now she cry if i want i make ot mine they check profile u copied my style Smoking on that strong fuk lights u talking shit i keep quiet My future im looking at it bright i ain't got no type i like both black and white i like what i like tell me what u like tell me what u like they think im psych alright eyes on me when i go to bank alright he hating on me i don't like fighting yeah alright yeah i don't even like him alright bad bitch and she polite yeah alright