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lil tecca - 500lbs (slowed + reverb)

⠀⠀⠀ ˗ˏˋ 𝙡𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙨 ´ˎ˗ ⠀⠀⠀ Uh Uh-uh, uh (Blatt) Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh (Uh) Uh-uh, uh (Uh) Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Yeah, not livin' enough, ayy This blunt, I'm takin' a puff, ayy I'm startin' to feel like it's us, ayy No trust, so do as you must (Yeah), for real Don't know when I stay out of town I get dough when I stay out of town Five hundred chops, I got five hundred rounds Five hundred plots, I got five hundred pounds, yeah I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly I'm trustin' half what I'm shown I don't pop out, but it's each to they own My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone Think she forgot, I got me on my phone Not safe for me to forget that I'm known Argue 'bout bullshit, know that you grown Don't know the only reason I condone it I know how it works, I know you a flirt She send me the flick, tagged not safe for work Don't get your feelings hurt while tryna lurk My bitch want Chanel, then shit, grab a purse (Damn) She told me she bad, I say, "You could do worse" I'm born to be blessed, I live with a curse When shit is a mess, I'm rollin' up first I smoke on my blunt, then I hit the church 'Cause nobody get where you comin' from You know how it get when you goin' numb You know what we on, matter how you judged Dealin' with bullshit, out of love My life a story, it's not a punch-in My life a party, it's not a function I never needed no introduction Know I'm a star, I'm still adjustin' (Yeah) And I can't go out like that You know that's why I'm clutchin' And I see it, why they overreact But all this shit ain't nothin' Told me you gon' send the bread you owe me Talkin' like you got an option She said, "It's like you don't know you a star" I tell her that I'm still adjustin' (Uh-huh) Yeah, not livin' enough, ayy This blunt, I'm takin' a puff, ayy I'm startin' to feel like it's us, ayy No trust, so do as you must, for real Don't know when I stay out of town (For real) I get dough when I stay out of town Five hundred chops, I got five hundred rounds Five hundred plots, I got five hundred pounds, yeah I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told, honestly I'm trustin' half what I'm shown I don't pop out, but it's each to they own My bitch, she hate when I be on my phone (Damn) Think she forgot, I got me on my phone Not safe for me to forget that I'm known Argue 'bout bullshit, know that you grown Don't know the only reason I condone it Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh Uh-uh, uh ⠀⠀⠀ ╰┈➤ 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙛 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤. 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙉𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.