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Got it on smash Girl, you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level Hitmaka Yeah He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better Girl, you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule Had to risk my life to get this ice all all on my bezel Pockets swole (But I need more) Wrist on froze (But I need more) Copped the Rolls (But I need more) Yeah (But I need more) Who would have ever thought I would be here Singin', rappin' and makin' these millions? When I was just posted up, all on the block I was trapping right in front of the buildings Mama said, "Boy, you keep stressing me out Too caught up in these streets, they gon' kill you" And she put me right out on the streets But she said I would die, no, I ain't got no feelings Drop the top, no, I ain't got no ceilings I got my Glock when I walk in the building Got a bad bitch and she how I'm comin' She know I'm a hundred, she know I'm the realest SongtexteI get the check, she help me count it up All of these hunnids, yeah we add it up We be just popping them tags, yeah I don't give a fuck what's your past, yeah You was fucking all them lames Fucking all those lames, way before you met me But you know they ain't better than me They ain't fucking that check up like me Don't get that pussy wetter than me And them niggas ain't flexing like me I'm the one that invest in your goals Keep it real, girl, you already know He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better Girl, you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule Had to risk my life to get this ice all all on my bezel Pockets swole (But I need more) Wrist on froze (But I need more) Copped the Rolls (But I need more) Yeah (But I need more) I know these niggas, they hatin' us All of these bitches, they hatin' us Balencie', all different flavors Gucci in all different flavors When we be fucking, I beat that shit down You be screamin' so loud, waking neighbors up I hit it good, you say, "Daddy so good, I swear I need that right when I'm waking up" Get you a bust down, young nigga up now I just might go cop that Lambo (Truck now) All of these bad lil' bitches wanna (Fuck now) We caught a opp out of bounds, that's a (Touch down) Brr, brr, brr, I still pull up with the stick My lil' bitch, she super thick Gave me that pussy, now she lit I put that ice on her wrist I got her pullin' up in all them foreigns Fuck lame lil' nigga, he was boring When he had you, he ain't know what he was doing Yeah, I'm the one that invest in your goals I'm the one, put that dick in your soul Keep it real, girl, you already know He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better Girl, you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule Had to risk my life to get this ice all all on my bezel Pockets swole (But I need more) Wrist on froze (But I need more) Copped the Rolls (But I need more) Yeah (But I need more) Know what he was doin' But I need more Aus Songtexte Mania