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Out around on the beach

Uh, bitch, I pulled up to the lot
In a shooter, but I came to buy a red-eye
I'ma walk in cemetery, pockets full of dead guys
Heard she think I miss her, but I'm somewhere with her friend, nah
I ain't trippin' off a bitch who always got her pants down, uh
Damn nigga run up on me, I bet he get fanned out
Gotta watch who DM, I reply to hoes be fanned out
Can't no nigga love, bro, me, I'm the fuckin' man, now
Striker stop, we spent too much, we blew the fuckin' trans out

Shit, huh, nigga, fuck the trans up
Remember not having a dollar, I can show you ten, now
All them losses I done took, I think it's time to win, now
All them thoughts 'bout Chris and Shay, okay, I wanna spend now
Niggas got me fed up
In the three-nine-two, she wanna give her lil' head up
If it ain't the Lord Himself, then who the fuck I'm scared of?
Cut her off for talking back, she know she shouldn't have said nothin'
Bitch, you shouldn't have said nothin'

Who the fuck these niggas think they playin' with?
Ain't 'bout money, then we shouldn't be sayin' shit
Who the fuck these niggas think they?

Uh, threw a button on the Glock, I'm on the hunt for all the opps
We ain't into drive-bys, pull up then we jumpin' out
First mistake I made was thinkin' shorty ass would hold it down
Gettin' money, I can't give a fuck what she got goin' on
Striker pull up slow, hop out the whip and then we blow
Tried to run but we too close, that Draco smacked him in his throat
All that dissin' in them songs what got 'em sent up to his bro

They tryna choke, but duck and smoke
Get off the booth and send a load
This shit forever on the floor, I still a jump out when I'm old
At the G-way and the opps, still gassin' up, bitch, I got pole
They tried to traffic stop the strikes
And as they hopped out, we was gone
At my sentence told the judge
Just fuck the opps and freedom bros

Yeah, uh
Who the fuck these niggas think they playin' with?
Ain't 'bout money, then we shouldn't be sayin' shit
We pumpin'
Yeah, yeah
Dissin in them songs is what got his head hit
Ain't 'bout no money, then we shouldn't be sayin' shit
Who the fuck these niggas think they playin' with?

Yeah
I make sick shit, thirty shit man, c'monI