Relations lyrics

[Intro]
(Thr6x back)
Uh (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah)
Uh (Yeah, yeah)
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Uh (Yeah)
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Huh, huh

[Chorus]
I just sit back and count up them racks while they mad at me
I had to separate the real from the fake, they tried catchin' me lackin'
I see the hate and the envy, the f*ck n*gga mad 'cause we passed him
No I don't want no relations, I f*ck this hoe once then I pass her
Yeah, yeah, all my brothers live by the coast
Yeah, I got some brothers on the road
Yeah, I got some b*tches on the phone
Yeah, I got some money I ain't even touch yet, finna get my mama them
Yeah, I got some b*tches I ain't even f*ck yet, tryna meet my mama, no

[Verse]
I won't let that ho, I keep my cool
I won't let no n*gga show me up
I got money so now she wanna hold me up
I-I can't f*ck with that white ho, she bummy, yeah
It's some n*ggas tryna knock me off my game, I just made it, b*tch I'm scoring, yeah
And through all this sh*t, I still remain the same, y'all n*ggas a different story, yeah
She just tryna get high again
Poppin' Perkys like it's vitamins
Fifteen hunnid on some VETEMENTS
When I put that sh*t on, feel alive again
Tell the truth, girl why you lie again?
Huh, this sh*t isn't sweet, yeah I been locked in
Real n*gga, we just walked in, said, "I need money 'fore I get to talkin'"
My n*ggas shoot to kill, won't miss a target
Sorry to tell you, b*tch I'm really heartless (Yeah, Yeah)
And the only way to fill my feelings out the way, I light the gas up, yeah I spark it
I stay out the way 'cause what the f*ck I look like speakin' on these n*ggas? I'm a artist
Yeah, we got the swag, yeah, you tryna copy what we do, n*gga let's be honest (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I just sit back and count up them racks while they mad at me
I had to separate the real from the fake, they tried catchin' me lackin'
I see the hate and the envy, the f*ck n*gga mad 'cause we passed him (Yeah, Yeah)
No I don't want no relations, I f*ck this hoe once then I pass her
Yeah, yeah, all my brothers live by the coast
Yeah, I got some brothers on the road
Yeah, I got some b*tches on the phone
Yeah, I got some money I ain't even touch yet, finna get my mama them
Yeah, I got some b*tches I ain't even f*ck yet, tryna meet my mama, no

[Outro]
Talk down on my gang, then n*gga we gon' blow sh*t up like a f*ckin' Soleiman (Yeah)
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