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[Verse ?]
Why you so pressed, get lil baby to a therapist!
Aye, I do it, I do it, I do it
I said it, I'm in it, I'll prove it
Big dealing, gotta recruit them
Keep winning til you feel stupid

Show if dope Iggy great, TYPO
Bring around the Rosie, you don't even know me
Ashes, ashes, these bitches phoney

[Verse ?]
I care 'bout nothing but my bitches and my dawgs
'Cause as soon as they all talk, my Azaleans'll call
Save your 4-1-1, it's a 9-1-1
I still count for 3, everything that I've ever done
No regrets from me (Hey)

[PRE-Chorus?]
Put up your hands, get your shit, hope you have fun