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[intro]
i done been shot past n*ggas
(you’re tellin’ me you built a time machine?)
(i just appreciate you so much, allen)
yeah

[chorus]
i done been shot past n*ggas
a quarter m on nellies, my b*tch bags different
give a f*ck about a lame, i’m the last n*gga
i done been had ms
how the f*ck all the hatin’ come from friends?
she a eight at best, n*gga, not a ten
still mr. f*ck a b*tch friend, mr. buss a band
mr. pour the trish out, i only want the red

[verse 1]
free my n*gga tez, my uncle nell
free my n*gga ric’, still ain’t never bought a jeep
holla if you lost a b*tch, i still ain’t never left the east
i’ma road runnin’, send more hundreds
they say they need raw, sh*t, we got more comin’
i’m the dope man still, blow, perc, and pills
hard for drew to beat it, say they caught him on film
i’m a louis timb n*gga, saint michael’s brim n*gga
ask around, they gon’ tell you that we lil’ n*ggas
ask again, they gon’ tell you that we k!ll n*ggas
hard for me to feel n*ggas, i seen statements
hard for me to chill when i’m used to goin’ crazy
[chorus]
i done been shot past n*ggas
a quarter m on nellies, my b*tch bags different
give a f*ck about a lame, i’m the last n*gga
i done been had ms
how the f*ck all the hatin’ come from friends?
she a eight at best, n*gga, not a ten
still mr. f*ck a b*tch friend, mr. buss a band
mr. pour the trish out, i only want the red

[verse 2]
heard they just popped a n*gga dead (f*ck him)
all in the dirt (p*ssy)
every time they diss, we make ’em buy another shirt
i be ballin’ on the twelfth same way i do the first
n*gga merch
i’ll never vouch for a n*gga i ain’t serve with
ain’t the one to ask if i done heard, boy, i ain’t heard sh*t
i just bought a cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
next time a n*gga shoot at mine, b*tch, we purgin’
i know you n*ggas nervous
my side b*tches be curvin’
i’ll never vouch for a n*gga i ain’t serve with
ain’t the type to ask if i done heard, boy, i ain’t heard sh*t
i just bought a cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
i know you n*ggas heard me
[chorus]
i done been shot past n*ggas
a quarter m on nellies, my b*tch bags different
give a f*ck about a lame, i’m the last n*gga
i done been had ms
how the f*ck all the hatin’ come from friends?
she a eight at best, n*gga, not a ten
still mr. f*ck a b*tch friend, mr. buss a band
mr. pour the trish out, i only want the red

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