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Feds got us on they billboards (got us on they billboards)But you know that I ain't goin' for it (you know that I ain't goin' for it)I stay hidden from the radar (hidden from the radar)Under tint in them foreign cars (ayy)Muhamed Ali, bitch come test me (come test me)And watch out 'cause shit gon' get hectic (get hectic)Me and my young niggas we reckless (dumber)Bitch we know who really steppin' (baow)I don't get no sleep, bitch I'm restless (I'm restless)Five in the morning, I'm upDroppin' the pints and you know that I'm at it (at it)I'ma tell you when to comeMy girl left early in the morningTalkin' 'bout she goin' to get her hair done, bitch I ain't dumbI can play the same game, call a bitch over to the hotel room and I'm bustin' her upNigga on my dick inside the clubSayin' he got bricks, I'ma get him drunkMoney on deck, meet me by the truckI don't give a fuck, Ben stick 'em upOn the phone, bitch I'm runnin' it with dumpNigga pull up, man I'm finna comeMe and Jordan Dixon riding through that NorthDown 38th, strapped with a pumpBirdman got that dogfood up in valley park, posted up goin' dumbKevin Gates, I remember we was youngStrapped up bitch, forty with a drumYeah, bitch I'm gettin' itStraight out the North, bitch I come straight out them trenchesNo handouts, yeah you know I had to get itKnow how I'm living, Ai Youngboy I'm the sickestFeds got us on they billboards (got us on they billboards)But you know that I ain't goin' for it (you know that I ain't goin' for it)I stay hidden from the radar (hidden from the radar)Under tint in them foreign cars (ayy)They ain't believe that I did itWas runnin' and jumpin' them fencesForty Glock in my britchesTell that nigga he can get itThey ain't believe that I did itWas runnin' and jumpin' them fencesForty Glock in my britchesTell that nigga he can get itTall gall, stand tall, had to turn my phone offPray to living God that I never ever fall offReally going in, I'm headed for the powerballMissed call, call log, had to turn my phone offDiamonds in my teeth and you knowin' that I'll eat you outFuck you real good, yeah you knowin' what I'm really 'boutScuffed real good, yeah you know we could fight it outsStrapped up good, what you mean, we could shoot it outDumb, ayy, hold upDumb, ayy, hold upDumb, ayy, hold upDumb, ayy, hold upFeds got us on they billboards (got us on they billboards)But you know that I ain't goin' for it (you know that I ain't goin' for it)I stay hidden from the radar (hidden from the radar)Under tint in them foreign cars (ayy)Yeah, bitch I'm gettin' itStraight out the North, bitch I come straight out them trenchesNo handouts, yeah you know I had to get itKnow how I'm living, Ai Youngboy I'm the sickest
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