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Drake + Lil Juice：
Tay Keith this too hard
Tay Keith f**k these n***as up
Lil Baby：
I paid some extra before we even come out
And dont even wear it to show I aint playing
I hit the b***h and I gave her some racks
And I pull up my pants she know I aint stayin
Go run the store run and get rubber bands
I done got rich I done put on my mans
Choppers in traffic thats just how Im living
They say that Im trippin they wouldnt understand
She take a trip she come back with a tan
I take a trip I come back with them bands
When I was dealin it really was killin em
Had em competin tryna see what Im payin
She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
She dont like pics I got too many fans
Im runnin s**t I can do what I want
And its really a limit you do what you can
I found the booth and I put thats **t up
Fore I run out of cash they gonna run out of land
I fell in love with this b***h cause her head was amazing
I swear I dont even know her name
Im bout to takeoff I gave em a chance
They gave me ten M&Ms on advance
Thought Id be trappin forever but god came and blessed me
I guess it was part of the plan
How he on fire but he cool as a fan
Cant get at you we gon get at your man
They can relate to me cause I be poppin it
Put in they face let em see what Im sayin
Im rockin shows like I play with a band
Free all the bros know I would if I can
If I dont mean it I swear I aint sayin it
Fore I was 21 swear I was savage smashin
Hold up who got backwoods I need roll up
Dior store cant keep up with me
Im spendin thousands like money is nothing to me
Im never coming back them people under me
Not the fans yeah the haters
Lotta bands on the table
They say I went commercial I aint know it
They want me catch a murder I aint goin back
Play myself and my position who doing that
Lil Uzi Vert：
We got fn with extensions we throwin that
Her a*s got my full attention she throwin that
N***as talking way too much I aint goin back
And forth with n** *as cause these n***as be holdin racks
On the real yeah we know you dont own them racks
Four pockets full push em down they start pokin back
I turned eight million right until Im a quarterback
Spent a million like Im tryna bring kobe back
24 woo
Im ready Im ready I use the crockpot like its betty
They say the drop hot and its ready
Might stretch it out but it aint fetti
Yes
Say my dawg doing time
But I know he aint gonna snitch
Cause its still some s**t he didnt tell me
My dawg stabbed his celly
He told me the whole story over the celly
Brr hello
Went up on my price in my pocket like kelly
F**ked her in the telly
No I cant not say who no telly
My head getting heavy
And you know I still got balmains on my a*s
Woo
No I cant do no amiris
Said Im takin trips long flights they scary
She said her birthday in march okay cool
So that means you an aries
I told her gotta go she said you serious
Diamonds cold as December my vibe Sagittarius
Lil Baby：
Hold up who got backwoods I need roll up
Dior store cant keep up with me
Im spendin thousands like money is nothing to me
Im never coming back them people under me
Not the fans yeah the haters
Lotta bands on the table
They say I went commercial I aint know it
They want me catch a murder I aint goin back
Play myself and my position who doing that
I can switch up and come back another way
If the vibe aint right come back another day
Biggest dripper I start up a tidal wave
Remix w**d we put it in a microwave
Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J
He can say what he want but he gotta pay
Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay
Sell my drugs round the corner
I pay all these bills Im a grownup
My cars a lil different I own em
I aint with no leasin my b***h telling me I need credit
Its loud and clear if I said it
I come from the gutter I spent me a hundred on chevys
You can take me out the hood
But you cant take the hood out of me
Know the hood proud of me
I givenchyed my tee went and upgrade my teeth
Yeah I dropped out of school but that paper on me
Hold up who got backwoods I need roll up
Dior store cant keep up with me
Im spendin thousands like money is nothing to me
Im never coming back them people under me
Not the fans yeah the haters
Lotta bands on the table
They say I went commercial I aint know it
They want me catch a murder I aint goin back
Play myself and my position who doing that