(I said) Set it off on my left, set it off on my right (I said) Liquor all on my breath, bitches all in my sight (I said) Real niggas tryna fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight (I said) Gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life (I said) Troubles of this, troubles of this world Troubles of this, troubles of this world Yeah, god flow Paint a picture like a young Pablo, Picasso Niggas say 'Live fast, die young,' so I drive slow And pray I die old In the drop with the top low Met a bad bitch from Chicago, my hat wasn't cocked, yo Kept it straight, shit, cause y'all know And if not, you'll learn how them niggas in the Chi go I ain't fuck her, but I'm thinking 'bout it My niggas say why you gotta think about it? The bitch want too much, hit my phone too much If I gotta be frank about it Ain't worth the stress First the text, then the draws, see first is sex Then it's calls cause the bird's obsessed Want flowers, cards, and the purses next Nah, bitch can't get a dollar Cole on Twitter, bitch can't get a follow Can get a nut, heard 'Can't Get Enough' Now she fuck a nigga thinking that she may have hit the lotto No way, Jose Could write a book called, 'The Things Hoes Say' Show a lot of love to my sisters though But these bitches so predictable I'm in trouble

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