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Threw With That Shit

Gucci! Gucci

All these diamonds on me, they dancing on me

She glancing like I'm a star

These Giuseppe's on me, they stepping on me

So I might just stand on the bar

Got this weapon on me don't help me homie

In the parking lot I'm a star

Put my Bentley to your sentra nigga

It's like a bird just shit on your car

Got 3 birds strapped to your pa

And I might be wearing his??

If he don't pay when I tell him to then I'm kidnapping your ma'

Got them white diamonds, no flaw

Got that bad bitch with no bra

And if you know what these tear drops mean

Then what the fuck you trying me for?

I done showed this bitch too much too quick

So I can't cut her off that's foolishness

She tell on me, it's over with

Man I don't even want nothing to do with this bitch

One more run and I'm through with this shit

I don't even want nothing to do with this shit

All this cash I'm sick of this shit Its midnight mane?

I pour a deuce in 20 juices I swear I'm a fool with this shit

But I ain't drinking lean no more I swear I'm through with this shit

I smoke so many blunts of kush I man I'm a fool with this shit

But I ain't smoking that shit no more man I'm through with this shit

I fucked so many different bitches I'm a fool with this shit

But I ain't fucking with these hoes no more I'm through with this shit

So many diamonds on me I done caught the flu with this shit

But I ain't buying that shit no more man I'm through with this shit

Ain't no flexing on me, it's a blessing homie

Got a collar shirt with a diamond resting on it

At the concert stressing that your pressing on me

And they damn near had to bring a stretcher homie

At the western homie and your girl is one me

And the girl so cool she brought and extra homie

Girl on girl no question homie

Damn I swear that shit was a pressure moment

Futuristic ride like a Jetson homie

Got the Forgiato rims with the F's on em'

Summer come out they put the dresses on

And the bitch so fine I put a necklace on her

Got a bitch that call me super sport

She say all my cars got S's on em'

Shout to Bun, you a legend homie

Did a verse for me, now I got Texas on meI'm through with this shit and I'm through with this shit

Cause' I know that one of these niggas might snitch

Which one of y'all gonna be a little bitch?

Which one you young niggas wanna get rich?

Dropped out of school but he got a little sense

Wanna get rich? Gotta take that risk

Gotta work yo' bitch, gotta work your wrist

Gotta use good sense, gotta sell that fish

If you shit where you piss then it don't make sense

Selling bricks with a bitch then it don't make sense

They were friends til the end then you snitched on a friend?

Well a friend tells the truth and you're not my friend

If niggas were real then niggas will win

I never put trust in these niggas again

How you my clan you and didn't stick to the plan?

You say you a man but you told on your man?

Sammy the boo man you know what you did

Snitched on them all just to show off to yo bitch

2 shots in the head for the shit that you did

You say you OG but you talk to the feds

Judas betray me, you gave me this bread

All the time you had dope planted on edge

The city infested man, watch for the plague

Watch for the rest and look out the pigs

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