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325 Sweat

You either sliding or you hiding
The shooter of the driver
I get love in the streets
So I can't give a bitch no title
My right hand to god
I get money that's on the Bible
I feel like Dj cause I get money on arrival

These pants was a thousand
My shirt came from a Italian
Hellcat steady growling
325 yea that's the topic
Glock got Carona
leave you 6 feet
In a outfit
Just made another 10
And I ain't even leave the house yet

Palm angel hoodie
Man I used to rock bape
These hoes act like they bag & they ass
These hoes fake
My pockets look Obese
Yeah these bitches gaining weight
Stay away from niggas
when that love Turn to hate
Got the ups on niggas
So I rocked the baby K
He ain't making pape
That boy just really ina way
That one shit back going
So I need 10 for the state
Yo hoe She back dooring
We then found out where you stay

If ion got the Glock on me then ion feel safe
Cant sign no petty deal
I Can't sign my life away
My name should've been Tim
Cause I live the harder way
And no I do not fuck wit them
Them niggas dead weight

If She fuck with me she got viral
That's just off da strength
Petty ass nigga call my phone
Don't be making sense
Fan try to pay me for a verse
But he ain't getting shit
Bitch laid on my chain
She said she feel sick

Ocean prime steak with lobster
My bitch getting thick
AR with a telescope
I bet I don't miss
Turn around hit it from da back
This how I beat a bitch
Man the typa risk i took
I supposed to been rich
We all rolling rockin' wit drums
On some beetles shit
I leave these hoes on read
They start deleting Shit

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