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Division Funk or Die Call my nigga on the beat, 'cause my nigga's got that heat (Yo, Chrisonthabeat) Look, two-fifty on the Lam' truck Tell 'em broke niggas get they bands up My young nigga stuck his mans up You can see it on my hip when I stand up, look This shit come with pain, envy, and jealousy I never listened to what the older niggas tellin' me No, that bitch ain't mine until I check her fee That nigga tough online until he R.I.P., look Ayy, my car and my bitch ain't got no miles Yeah, I bought that bitch shit and got her profile Hit that ho from the back, that ho so loud KillZone mixed with Runtz, I don't smoke mild (Look) Fucked my young bitch and made her cherry pop My nigga dropped a four of Tech up in a cherry pop You can catch me outside on Seminary block All handshakes and hugs, he a scary opp, look And what you won't do, the next bitch will She been sniffin' all this product out a big bill All these bad bitches sayin' I'm a big deal I used to be a lil' nigga, now I'm Big Phil, look Sorry for the Wraith, S 63 You can't keep up in this race, best no compete Bentley truck on twenty-sixes, nigga, look at me All white new Urus with the leather seats From Letras Mania