Ayy, you know what the fuck goin’ on
(Finnessed the plug, made him think it was a fair trade)
(Yeah)
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[Verse 1:]
Ran off on the plug, now he textin’ like, “Bro, really?”
Told him it’s a lesson, not a loss — I move bold, silly
Pint of Wock’ in my fridge, I don’t sip, I sell
Junkie hit my line for a tester, I gave him gel
F&N pokin’ through the hoodie, ain’t no need to tuck
Took a risk in broad day — what you mean it’s luck?
Scammin’ on my off days, swipes hit like Ali
Still got the switch on the Glock like a cheat key
Wore the same jeans three days — they was filled with racks
Told the opp he got a week, he got peeled in that
Brodie said chill, but I’m past patience
I ain’t buyin’ no more jewelry, I want stock statements
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[Verse 2:]
Talkin’ ’bout some weight — but your trap on vacation
All cap like graduation
I been up, countin’ paper with the calculator app
You still rappin’ ’bout a foreign that you rented last track
Two phones, one for flips, other strictly scams
I could turn a selfie into five bands, damn
Used to dream about a Rollie, now it’s plain Jane
Ain’t no diamonds in it, still make your chick faint
Put a switchy on the .40, now it sound like thunder
Bro got locked, he’ll be home by next summer
Got a route through the city, like I’m Uber Eats
Only thing I’m droppin’ off is pain if it’s beef
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[Outro:]
Legendary with the hustle, I don’t brag, I show
Caught a body in Dior — that’s designer smoke
Rio in my headphones, got me feelin’ bold
If they ain’t talkin’ money, then the line gettin’ cold
robbed him