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4-20-T
Money comin' in, hate, nigga, you can't stop nothin
Load me up in Pro-2s, I'm finna drop somethin
Bust down, bitch, come and bop somethin

Bullets pop, lock until the cops come
I'm a foodie, got this bitch ride shotgun
She gon' fuck, she gon' suck when the guap come
It's a lot of fraud niggas

Ayy, it's a lot of fraud niggas, but I'm not one
A thick angel, I'ma put my palms on her jeans
I ain't gotta ask, no, I got what you need
I get that dough, make him all regret playin' me

Rhyme with the poker, get up on him, how I deal with it
Hosted in the house, cause corona in the streets tricky
No, I drop the banger when these freaks wanna sleep with me
No, I can tame you, all you gotta do is sleep with me

Blow her back out, R.I.P. to Ricker
Niggas ain't no cunt, this shit one-sided
Niggas ain't no flop, I'm the nigga in the field
Bitches just a pop, me and God got somethin' comin

Buff like it on top, everything buzzed down
When you spinnin' blue faces
Rather play it smooth, you gon' be a demonstration
Shit don't happen overnight, swear it, take patience

Shit don't happen overnight, swear it, take haters
Money comin' in, hate, nigga, you can't stop nothin
Load me up in Pro Tools, I'm finna drop somethin
Bust down, bitch, come and bop somethin

Bullets pop, lock until the cops come
I'm a fool, he got his bitch ride shotgun
She gon' fuck, she gon' suck when the guap come
It's a lot of fraud niggas

It's a lot of fraud niggas, but I'm not one
Real niggas, she can see the difference when I walk through
Five shots, now I need some hoes that I can talk to
Designer shoes, pushin' foreign copes, said it cost you

Hit man like a light switch, hair off you
Big money pockets full of blues, yours empty
Back pockets filled with pink slips, all 50s
Two-steppin', bitch, I'm in a club with the glizzy

Act up and we gon' leave him cold like a simply
Lemonade, she been on my dick, that bitch been amazed
Smack once, never call back, now she feelin' placed
Sleepwalkin', puttin' eight ounces in a mini-made

Fell asleep and woke up in that pussy, I like to finish things
Cold nigga, probably took your bitch up on the road with us
Rockstar, probably took your bitch to the show with us
Freak bitch, she just wanna hang around and blow niggas

Ayy, lil' bitch, I'm to the door with her
Money comin' in, hatin', nigga, you can't stop nothin
Load me up in Pro Tools, I'm finna drop somethin
Bust down, bitch, come and bop somethin

Bullets pop, lock until the cops come
I'm a fool, he got his bitch ride shotgun
She gon' fuck, she gon' suck when the guap come
It's a lot of fraud niggas

Ayy, it's a lot of fraud niggas, but I'm not one