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(Tell No Heart Im Finna Get In My Fuckin Mode)
Ayy

Fuck the judge, my niggas know I never told (I never tell)

Side bitch do my laundry, I could never fold (I don´t do that shit)
Stripper bitch out in Miami always keep the pole (Ayy, thick bitch, huh)
We doin´ walk-downs, drive-by´s, we don´t care if we leave him cold (Ayy, ayy)

Just went with GUCCI, totin´ sticks, no we can´t trust a soul (Hell no)
I don´t tote no Taurus, Five-seveN and we pull up four (Pull up)
All this street shit in my blood, I can´t help it, it´s just how I´m born (I can´t help it)
This drug shit gettin´ boring, I been up since yesterday morning (Goddamn)

I pull up with that shit, um (That shit, um), they know I´m important (Yeah)
My junkie, he got big bands, he buyin´ dope like every morning (Ayy, ayy, man)
I´m layin´ with a Baby ´K, they got me so scarred (So scarred)
This choppa paint a nigga up and down, I turnt him to art (Hoo-rah)

I had to call that lil´ bitch a Uber ´cause she got no car (No car)
Countin´ racks in the kitchen man, it´s crazy I was piss-poor (Cashin´ out)
Now I fuck around and spend a band in the shoe store (Oh, God)
Bathing Ape with Supreme and Dior, this from New York (New York)

Are you mad ´cause you down? Fuck nigga, you should do more (Do more)
Put you up to ten-piece and I put that shit on, no heart (No heart)
Lil´ bitch say I´m funny, I am not no damn Kevin Hart (Hell no)
Lil´ baby eat me up without a question, I´m a damn star (I´m a star)

Spent a rack on shoes, D-Dior, ain´t no Ed Hardy (Yeah, yeah)
All these pussy niggas be hangin´ out, it´s a fed party (Uh-huh, fed party)
Why these niggas be talkin´ on this Rick? They still owe me money (Huh, yeah)
I´ma come down wit´ a real accurate stick, ain´t no point to running (Huh, yeah)

I´ma beat the block like Zaytoven
I do not say too much ´cause I still got some cases open (Shh)
Might poke her face, can´t have no ties, I got that ace on me (Yeah)
I still remember when they tried to move that weight on me (Uh)
But I came back and got them Timbs then I stepped on ´em (Huh, yeah, I stepped on ´em)
5.56, it look like Jesus done wept on ´em (5.56, yeah)
Shooters encrypted, they like raccoons the way they crept on ´em
I got me a check, no, I´m not Quan but I´m lil´ rich homie, ya dig? (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)