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I know you doubted me, I know you counted me out (WindyGotHits)
I know you doubted me, I know you counted me out (Madd Hella)

Pull up in a Bronco feelin´ like OJ
Shooter with me, so a nigga feel like Coach K
Shooter with me, so a nigga feel like Steve Kerr
I been servin´ all night, nigga, my feet hurt
She been suckin´ all night, nigga, her knees hurt
Four to five baguette chains on my t-shirt
Four to five whips and they all got horsepower
I´ma move weight just like protein powder
I´ma put the dick in her stomach like a tapeworm
She wanted me to hit again, so I made a U-turn
First I was dumb, then a nigga had to unlearn
Might start a podcast just like Howard Stern
Might start a podcast just like Joe Rogan
You ain´t gotta front, bae, go ahead and bust it open
Sent the location to her, now she done came over

Smokin´ blunts back to back, nigga, I be chain smoking

These other niggas always on ho shit
I be havin´ seeds at the house on some grow shit
I be havin´ laptops, I be on the dark web
I be having big plugs, I be with the cartel
I be having whips, dawg, I can get the VIN numbers
I can get the good load there for the six hundred
I just bought a brand new Glock, it was six hundred
Did niggas favors, I ain´t even want shit from ´em
Did niggas favors, they ain´t even return ´em
Bought the wrong sized Loubs, I ain´t return ´em
MacBook full of profiles, finna get a nigga rich
Got a brand new glitch, got a brand new lick

Got a Saks number, finna go and get a new ´fit
Every day I´m in the lab tryna drop another hit
Every day I´m online tryna buy another BIN
Had to go and get focused, had to cut off some friends

Yeah
I know you doubted me, I know you counted me out
Running back shit, I be going to the end zone
Matching the vest, spill drip on a redbone
Yeah, my pockets fat just like Carl Winslow
Dead fresh, nigga, I´ma need me a headstone
Bitch, I´m a dog like I´m living at a Petco

Pull up in a Bronco feelin´ like OJ
Shooter with me, so a nigga feel like Coach K
Shooter with me, so a nigga feel like Steve Kerr
I been servin´ all night, nigga, my feet hurt

She been suckin´ all night, nigga, her knees hurt
Four to five baguette chains on my t-shirt
Four to five whips and they all got horsepower
I´ma move weight just like protein powder
I´ma put the dick in her stomach like a tapeworm
She wanted me to hit again, so I made a U-turn
First I was dumb, then a nigga had to unlearn
Might start a podcast just like Howard Stern
Might start a podcast just like Joe Rogan
You ain´t gotta front, bae, go ahead and bust it open
Sent the location to her, now she done came over
Smokin´ blunts back to back, nigga, I be chain smoking