Let Me C U (feat. 2 Chainz)

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Paul and Wood, I keep falling good

We about to be taking over all these hoods

If we stall, we could just lose a grip

Gotta keep hustling, don't choose to quit (scrub it)

Need a beat, I could abuse a bit

Ain't talking dry vibes when I cruise with hits

Thought patience though, had to take it slow

But she makes the flow stack and break it though (damn)

Ooh, Trevor Smith, she can bust a rhyme

Can't crush a rhyme, can't rush a time

I touch the dimes 'cause my type is ill

You wouldn't fight the skill, she pull the right, just kill

She can fight until the damn fight is built

Would she rather just sit on the mic and chill?

It's a fact that anyone could hype Brazil

See insane in the membranes, Cypress Hill

Got stripes and feels, she even tighter still

It'd be real hip-hop that her writing stills

Yeah, some of my songs be relatable

But I got skills and it ain't debatable

She makes artifacts, I get a part of that

But the hardest raps, you have a heart attack

Thought rap will weep, you make the track more weak

She spit it too fast, more facts will weep

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