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[Hook]
We don’t love them, we don’t them
I been good since I been eating
Ridin round like fuck yo feelings
Step up in the building
Turnt up to the ceiling
(Ride around, round this time) All them bitches know who I be
(Ride around, round this time) All them hoes start fucking wit me
(Ride around, round this time) All my niggas get on they gully
(Ride around, round this time) All my niggas start getting that money
[Verse1]
Right around, around this time
You know who I be, R-e-w-I-n-d
Brooklyn til I d-I-e
In that pussy r-I-p
Blowing up like t-n-t
Thot’s looking like Penelope
Around the globe Doing blow for my shows on the low just look at that nose
On my level you’ll never be
I’m the shit you always see
Saying I’m nice that’s definitely
Asking for a favor you deaf to me
Get the ref, one shot you dead to me
You on the ground
Ya body look like loud
Grained in pieces
My niggas bring that hell
With Jesus pieces
Now you Splatted like cement…for moving fake weight
Weight 149….but I’m heavy weight
You niggas suck dick…. get a shake weight
My boys really bang a ese
Could’ve been a blood, could’ve been a crip could’ve been a 3ni
One phone call red dot on ya beanie
3 seconds later poof, you gone, missing like Hindi
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