YFN Lucci — September 7th

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Kim J ballin’ on these hoes, ha
Fake ass world, fake ass niggas, fake ass bitches
Fuck all you motherfuckers
Look, uh (world we live in)

I swear I used to have a heart, it went ghost on me
I put my trust in a nigga, and he stole from me
Huh, I said I can’t let no nigga take my soul from me
Huh, all I need is money, I’on need no woman

Yeah, you can’t save everybody you gotta pick and choose
My daddy always tell me not to be a fool
My auntie died when she was young, it left me critical (look, uh)
Muffin died when she was young, it left me miserable (yeah)

Look, was a free agent, now I ball crazy
Huh, big Cuban link, bustdown bracelets
Look, maybe we could fuck, but that’s all, baby
Huh, married to the money, bitch, I’m taken

Look, you only got one time to slip up
You only get one shot, nigga, what you miss for?
Nigga makin’ diss songs, we out here hittin’ their shit up
That money got too heavy so I started doin’ sit-ups
Look, if it ain’t about a bag I probably won’t pick up
Talkin’ ’bout a bitch I probably had, I could give two fucks
Look, she say she tryna boot up, fuck her then I boot her
Pockets on Buddha, holy hallelujah

Look, rollin’ like a scooter, gotta free my main man
Shawty was a shooter, 200 thousand on the airplane
I probably should’ve flew her, private
How the hell you made it out the zoo? Grindin’
6 a.m. and a nigga in the booth
I ain’t got love for no buster-ass nigga like you
I show love to all my thugs, I salute all my troops
Ayy, if you thug how we thug, then I know what you been through
Long live Nut, free Ju

Uh, stiff on a regular bitch
These Hermes seats, this ain’t no regular shit
A number two on a jet, this ain’t no regular shit
Like number two on a jet, these ain’t no regular kicks

Uh, stiff on a regular bitch
These Hermes seats, this ain’t no regular shit
A number two on a jet, this ain’t no regular shit
Like number two on a jet, these ain’t no regular kicks