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Baby, I get wavy every time I hit the dope Remember days when I had nothing, heat the house up with the stove Me and mama use to be on the beat, so broke Me and homie sharin' clothes Me and homie sharin' clothes Get a cup and get a scale to make a band to eat a meal Got a cup full of juice, I'm trapping outside of the rental Bitch, you catch me creepin', I been lurkin' in the window She been feeling on my pants, it's not my dick, it is extendo Flip a brick and got everything that I ever fucking wanted But it feels like I've been haunted ever since I was a kid See the shadows in my room, they telling me I need to quit What's the point of me living if I keep living with my sins? What's the point of me praying if I ain't got no one to pray to? Bitch say she love me, but she lying out her fake tooth Stupid bitch, swear to god that I hate you I hate the fact that I will never fucking change you I want a Beretta, I'm getting this chedda The dope take control if I let it I ain't no tella, someday you see me do betta But right now, It's kinda whatever I get her wetter, Glock for my ghutta bruddas Any weather, grabbing choppas out the cella .223 bust your melon, and I'm kicking it with fellas Sippin' dirty Fanta out the double cup and I'm Getting wavy as I creep up on her bubble butt Ask pussy boy how I hit 'em with the uppercut Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, make 'em freeze I ain't stopping 'til I see him deceased I ain't stopping 'til I scatter his teeth Stomp 'em, stomp 'em in the street Stomp 'em, stomp 'em in the street Stomp 'em, stomp 'em in the street