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(Fastmoney Ant)

I'm in the 'Raq

And it's hot out gettin that action

Opps don’t be out when it’s crackin’

We move s*** round, niggas packin’ (aye)

Im 5’9 but it’s a 5-7 in my jacket nigga

We spin opps s***, peek they head out and we tap it!

Hollows hot come feel em’

Catch a opp we peel em’

Just got off Facetime wit QUANNY, On my way PA pop wheelies

We grew up off dice and lean

Savages, wasn’t watching Disney

Work yo neck b**** bet kiss me

They threw shots, we threw back - frisby! (nigga)
B**** can't, pick me, I pick b***** 

I want pints of lean for Christmas, nail a nigga down like christians

My lil bros don’t want features-they want pounds and gun extensions 

Gun powder up on my hands and sneakers this shit came from spinnin’

(OT7 QUANNY)

Let a nigga lay a hand on me then i bet (ugh)
Let a nigga lay a hand on me then i bet he get shot

You said you the voice of the Northside? yea no the fuck you not

Real dope boy, I still rock my all white air-forces

Yeah baby this a rari truck, what you can’t see them horses?

I ain’t never goin’ broke i got too many resources 

Mommy out there crying they left her son brains in the street

I was in the trap playin’ with them birds, yea just like Dominique

I can show you how to make a brick just pass me the pot

Had to put my faith inside my wrist cause that was all I got

Yea that was all I had 

And brown paper bags

Pussy bet not get caught lackin' we gone spank that a**

Yea they call me S O S A, I get to that cash (2x)

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane, my neck-wrist filled wit ice

I can show you how to work that choppa you don’t know what that's like

In and out the bank - I keep fillin’ trash bags up

He was walkin’ wit his head down, they hit his a** up

B**** broke my heart i turned my back and ran my racks up

I'm a pull this f****** pull this micro out, you think you fast huh?

No shirt on, Mr. T i got on all my ice

All this f****** dog-s*** in my bag, pass me some wipes

Seen a real killer cry tears cause guilty was the verdict

I was in my cell scrapin’ my knife until my hands was hurtin’

I save all the hunnids’, go to Louis V to spend the 20’s 

I got 3 sons - they need they daddy, I gotta get this money (nigga)
I gotta get this money 

I got 3 sons - they need they daddy, I gotta get this money 

(Fastmoney Ant)

My bros we watch pages, soon as they drop lo on live we rush 'em

I don’t gotta pay 'em, they want bodies bad as me they huntin’

If it's that it's that!

Speedin’, spilled lean in this track

I don't gotta pay for cat

B**** get wet soon as I land

I been savage as a kid

Im the rubber-band man

Big a** 40, tryna’ blow that b**** I just f****d up my hand 

Tryna’ push this b**** i’m doggin’ the str-8 out waste drank on my pants 

Im outside, 300-blackout chopstick just up’d on my fans