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Heavy On It, mm-hmm

New York, stand the fuck up (grrah)

When we come out, it look like Princess Diana on the street (grrah)

Ayo, Ice

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

(Finish 'em)

Like, grrah, keep it a stack

Bitches move wock' 'cause they know I got bands (damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn

And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)

Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass

Like, grrah, keep it a stack

Bitches move wock' 'cause they know I got bands (damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn

And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)

Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass

And I just fell in love with a gangsta (like)

So he put my name in a tat'

But I don't let him come to the crib (grrah)

So we get it on where we at (grrah)

Nowadays, I be duckin' them cameras

And they hype that I'm up on them banners

Callin' my phone, but they know I don't answer (why?)

In the hood I'm like Princess Diana (grrah)

I'm thick 'cause I be eatin' oats (huh)

Bitches not takin' shit from me but notes

Wanna be me, so she do my emotes

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