[ Featuring Kodak Black ]
Hey, oh, yo
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Why, oh why, oh why, oh why, you keep f*ckin' with me?
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You gon' make me jump out my skin, believe me
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Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
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Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
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Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
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Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes, I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
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Pushin' 'em all off me like "Huh" (yeah)
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Aha, I be immune to shit (aha)
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Tuck in the broom and shit (aha)
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They want to assume and shit (aha)
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Know you a choke, my ancestor close
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I howl at the moon and shit (aha)
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Know the results, the ballot is in
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Man, I'm 'bout to boom again (aha)
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You funny, dawg
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Peek-a-boo, can't hide behind your money, dawg
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A week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost
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Swerve, swerve, swerve, shake the currents off, yeah
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Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
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Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
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Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
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Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes, I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
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Pushin' 'em all off me like "Huh" (yeah)
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Head up, chest out
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Silence, I'm stressed out
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Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out
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Stressed out, stressed out, stressed
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Pick my daughter up, she need all the love
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I need all the love, I mean all of us
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It's like six o'clock, bitch, you talk too much
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You makin' it awkward, love
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I mean, it's hard enough, I mean, it's
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They don't f*ck with me even if they could
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Pull out the stick, hit a bitch with the wood
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First to park Rolls Royce 'vert in the hood
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Don't worry about us over here, we good
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The AP roman numeral, everywhere I go I need pharmaceuticals
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I ran my whole conglomerate, I was just mappin' shit out in the cubicle
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Suicide coupe was a funeral, Trackhawk launch like a slingshot
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Big ol' ruby diamond on my pinky finger, that bitch look like a Ring Pop
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Money on my mind, money on your head
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Can't ride three times when you comin' through the 'jects
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Red Cross, kept a nigga fed
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In the studio with K. Dot fresh out the feds
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Yeah, you niggas can't stand the rain, you niggas don't stand a chance
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Yeah, Chevrolet candy paint, I spin the bend in a Benz
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I caught a bale off a Google app
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I'm the type to get my shooter whacked
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I had to survive off a tuna pack
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Five percent tint on the whip, like, "Who was that?"
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Coupe take off like it's mad
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Beat the dope with a fork, I'm whippin' up Sudafed, I'm doin' scams in the lab
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Every Thursday, girls day, spendin' time with my daughter, make me go harder
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Every Sunday, son's day, teach my boy to be a man, I ain't have no father
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Fell in the love with the block, I ain't have no pop
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Just a sawed off shotgun Mossberg
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We stackin' that money up proper, awkward diamonds, look like marbles
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Audemars water, aqua beatin' the block up 'til we spot 'em
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I don't want your ice, boy, I want your life, but f*ck it, I might still rob 'em
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Yo
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Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
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Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
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Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
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Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes, I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
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Pushin' 'em all off me like "Huh" (yeah)
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Head up, chest out
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Silence, I'm stressed out
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Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out
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Stressed out, stressed out, stressed out
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