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Me and my, me and my

Uh, uh

Me and my yeah got a lot in common

We're both 22, we both spill juice

They keep asking me who I fuck with

But I don't know these new plate youts

I done ching man out of his boots

But I ain't the type to go talk up news

Studs covered in mud, it's true

I love being seen, not heard, that too

I already know how to grip and shoot

Way before I laid down tracks at booth

If your ting went click but it did not rip

Then hand it to me, I might know what to do

I ain't got not one screw I'm loose

Tarnish friends if you can't get you

They keep asking me who I fuck with

But I don't know these new plate youts

You weren't at Central, you weren't at Wick

If you weren't at Wundle, so how would I know?

I ain't ever been hashtag O

Same way I'm at Yellow Brick smoking a stoke

Folks said jump in the ride, let's slide

I left my phone and said let's go

I bought my knife, he didn't know

I shouldn't tape Tennyson Road

I went and found another plug

The one that asks, tryna talk 'bout drought

Ching ching, ying ying

There's a war outside, stay in the house

Came to the crib, she ready to fuck, suck

She knows how to use her mouth

Ran up a hunnid, my pocket stuffed

So I don't give a fuck what they're talking about

I don't give one fuck about my career

Don't give two fucks 'bout charted tracks

Platinum plaques, I'm tryna cop a McButton

To see how the ting go smack

I'm tryna change my life for the better

My pops said that I made a change for the worse

I know what death feels like

I was laid in a coffin, so I ain't afraid of no hearse

Me and my yeah got a lot in common

We're both 22, we both spill juice

They keep asking me who I fuck with

But I don't know these new plate youts

I done ching man out of his boots

But I ain't the type to go talk up news

Studs covered in mud, it's true

I love being seen, not heard, that too

I already know how to grip and shoot

Way before I laid down tracks at booth

If your ting went click but it did not rip

Then hand it to me, I might know what to do

I ain't got not one screw I'm loose

Tarnish friends if you can't get you

They keep asking me who I fuck with

But I don't know these new plate youts