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[Intro]
Yeah we in here
We really in here though (aye)
Got a little too litty off of this one (bah)
You feel me?
Hmm
Kill ’em with it Smalls
Aye, aye

[Hook 1]
Back at it like I never left
Had to lay low (right)
I don’t think that my girl really love me no more
Now I got eight hoes (aye)
Got a new bitch that be out here moving that work
Body like J. Lo (bah)
They be like “Man, Castro can’t rap no more”
Yeah bitch if you say so
[Verse 1]
Can’t you see I’m handling business, Lord’s my witness
All my bros still pushing weight, no Planet Fitness
One of ‘еm just caught a charge, I hope he wins it
I ain’t tryna see my brothеrs getting sentenced
Tryna convince them but they ain’t even tryna listen to that
Fuck a 9-to-5, I’m making way more figures than that
Fuck a job, I’m making double, maybe triple than that
I ain’t gonna lie I’d be right with ’em if it wasn’t for rap
But see the rap game’s worse than the dope game
Tryin’ to make something from nothing just like I’m [?]
Tryna cop a verse from me
Well then the fee’s the same as tryin’ to cop yourself a kilo of that cocaine
I be in my own lane smoking on that propane
Hit me with that bullshit, I hit you with the “Ole”
I never really cared about what any of these these hoes say
I’m tryna fuck the game, but I ain’t skipping on that foreplayAnd if she down to fuck then bet we fuck
Then she send a text like “Bae I’m wet as fuck”
Getting to that cheese and dough like Pizza Hut
Trying to fuck me over well the best of luck
Invest them funds, I keep it tucked, I’m always drunk
Reach for that then just you know you’re fucked
Saying I ain’t shit but my dick she sucked
After that then I found out that your lame ass went and got her cuffed, shit
Tell me what you really need
Get it to you in a jiffy
In the west coast smoking on the best smoke
Yeah, puffing that sticky
I was just in the east coast, what can I say?
Can’t nobody fuck with me
Got a 9 by my side
Yeah I call it my wife
Yeah my girl, yeah, she calls it a spliffy
[Hook 1]
Back at it like I never left
Had to lay low (right)
I don’t think that my girl really love me no more
Now I got eight hoes (aye)
Got a new bitch that be out here moving that work
Body like J. Lo (bah)
They be like “Man, Castro don’t rap no more”
Yeah bitch if you say so (bah)[Interlude]
EscobarYo Smalls be going crazy with this sh-
Hmm right
Aye, aye
Kill ’em with it Smalls
Aye[Hook 2]
My bitch is the baddest, my drink is the coldest
I love how she ride
She good with the stick and she move like a foreign
Aye, aye, aye
You say you want smoke but don’t nobody know it
You just want the clout
That’s not what I’m ’bout so my boy had to show ’em
Sippin’ on Patron til I pass out
She be on the ‘gram with her ass out
Thinking that I’m really ’bout to cash out
Hoping that they giving us a handout, aye
Hold up, aye
Hold up, aye
Hold up, aye
[Verse 2]
I be up in the lab but I never be slacking
She just took a pic used my song as a caption
Im up in her soul cause she ride like a phantom
She driving the boat now the think she the captain
That bitch could never (nope)
Think that she smarter but im just a little more clever (oh oh aye)
And if the think she complaining then im not gon let her
Im on my level
They good we better, they good we better
Say it twice say it louder for yall in the back
Aye woah acapella
Breaking them off like a kit kat
Got off a vanse and a six pack [?]
My bro used to ride through the city with one or two millies
Im posing a big mac
Always down, do or die
And the mac was supersized
That was his number one but it didn’t come with cheese, drink, or a side of fries
Bitch im on a vibe saying
But im on a ride
Got her on the side
But im on the ride
Saying he looking for me but
Im out here breathing
Man im still alive, man im still alive[Hook 2]
My bitch is the baddest, my drink is the coldest
I love how she ride
She good with the stick and she move like a foreign
Aye, aye, aye
You say you want smoke but don’t nobody know it
You just want the clout
That’s not what I’m ’bout so my boy had to show ’em
Sippin’ on Patron til I pass out
She be on the ‘gram with her ass out
Thinking that I’m really ’bout to cash out
Hoping that they giving us a handout, aye
Hold up, aye
Hold up, aye
Hold up, aye[Outro]

This is the end of the Lyrics

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