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[Intro] Yeah, yeah Bi-yatch! Uhhhhhh, fuck Here we go Uh [Verse 1] Say we ballin' like you fixed up, ya shit luck I'm the object of ya bitch lust, give her swift nuts Don't get it mixed up We know the Devil trynna kiss it If the money make it spin the whole world is a strip club Strollin' out the hall of flames, with the alcoholic's brain For all the rain I ever bottled trynna swallow pain I'm heartless show my words like gauntlets through your hallow frame Another loss, nigga out here carrying my father's name I'm burnin' y'all as hot as gets I'm bout to take another win that's just some obvious shit, my hobbie's legit Persuasion on some lobby shit I'm poppin' thot's giving me top in the whip Without a option gotta feel me Pound or Marijuana gotta nigga feeling ill-y Fuck a bitch really, i'm just trynna count a quarter-milly Let them Eagle's fly, no significance to Philly If a nigga pull a V.I.C, get silly The last of a real, fuck denying man Devil on a man, I'm jumping out the frying pan Keep myself busy, nothing like the movie Idle Hands I need one to hold the world and light the grams I'm tryin fam, 'tho them Vulture niggas trynna get me I thrived easy on them niggas like Lionel Richie I'm just sayin', I tried to told em wasn't make believe I made it up now, maybe it was Maybelline And I ain't even had to show up, bitch I made the team Making money making niggas envy gainin' green Gainin' green gotta cut them niggas off man Hot nigga hittin' jumpers with my off hand (Swish!) Imma kill them niggas Hydrocodone in my system, I don't feel them niggas I'm trynna shine a little light on you bewildered niggas You would cower in the power of some realer niggas Raw classics, unfiltered nigga [Outro] What you see is what you get, right? Yeah, i'm on them niggas tougher than a fist fight Lord willin', i'm exactly what your bitch like Just wait till I get my shit right (x3) [Skit] THE DEVIL IS A MOTHERFUCKIN' LIAR. SO YOU KNOW I AIN'T WORRIED, BI-YOTCH! Stupid BITCH!