(mumbling) Fall down I ain't finna fall down Fourth quarter, shorty, I'mma a ball out Don't Go to work, baby call out Ain't no waitin', no stall now I'm finna ball out Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs Don't Go to work, baby, just call out (uh) In the bedroom, all out Percs on the counter I can't wait to take 'em Blunts on the counter Can't wait to face it Bad lil' bitch, yeah She be my favorite All my songs, they all on her playlists I don't really know how to say it but I'mma say it I don't really know if she take it but she could take it I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix Presidential brain that bitch like Sarah Palin Here it go I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago I thank God every day for this, a miracle In the Trap House singing mingles, spirituals (Yeah) Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap, goin' entry lining Pull up on 'em with the Rollie, that's perfect timing I guess that means that the stars aligning Gonna sing like CeCe Winans Changed shit just like the climate Sit back in my seat reclining I call that shit perfect timing I'm in another country getting new money My money act depression, yeah that's blue money Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or something Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or something (uh, uh) Listen to the way that, my flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap Pull up on the ceiling you get knocked like the bass back Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at Eating good cocaine on a placemat And that's what a bitch put her face at Eating good cocaine on a placemat And that's what a bitch put her face at
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