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Who made the beat? Charlie Hundred bands, running man Keep the bands tucked Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you You don't wanna cancel B*t*h she all up in my ear, I tip her she a dancer (What, Dolly) Put some lean up in my Sprite, it give me the answer (What, uh, uh) B*t*h, I might be, uh in my white tee (In my, uh) Dripping pricey, b*t*h my diamonds icy (B*t*h, b*t*h) Hundred bands, running man, keep the bands tucked Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you, you don't wanna cancel (Brrt) I got no heart, he a dope boy Drop that dope off, in a NASCAR Now he stalkin' me, b*t*h I cost a fee (Ayy) And that check on me, all this money, can't talk to me Can't talk to me These b*t*hes switched up quick and I'm not acceptin' no apologies (Hell nah) Hop up in that drop top, and I drop it like my prodigy (Uh, uh) When I'm on vacation, I eat lobster on a private beach I just signed a deal, I got mil', it ain't no stopping me (Ayy, brrt, brrt) Money brings you enemies, these n***as ain't no friend of me (Brrt, uh) How you wanna talk 'bout Asian? B*t*h, you can't get near to me I'ma b***erfly these b*t*hes smaller than a centipede All the time, test my gangster, shoot you in some Saint Laurent (Uh, brrt) Drop top and I'm from the block-ock 40 make your heart stop, make you do the leg bop (Uh) Pushed me to the edge, ah B*t*h you really scared, ah These n***as, they Feds, ah You ain't got no bread, ah Yeah, ha What's killing, I got too much green Ha, b*t*h my foreign speed (Foreign speed) Ha, pop out Gucci tee Pop out bustin' at your team Ha, my wrist bling Ha, blindin' n***as, you can't see Alexander Wang, I rock that b*t*h, I'm lookin' flee Pull up in a Maybach, rock designer, and it stay that Big a** boy, you better chillax Send two shots, boy, you gon' feel that I go wow, chopper, kick back Pow, pow, pow, to your kneecap Ride 'round town, with my seat back Have you ever seen a Draco go (Brrrrrt)? Pull up flexin' in that brand new Ghost (Yeah) Yeah, hitters with me everywhere I go Do a drive-by in a Lambo Yeah, big racks, got big bands, ho I can't make her finish, she start lookin' at my diamond rings (Yeah) Spendin' money, trying to eat How were you, if you were me Go do it with some chains on Boy you can't compare to me My whips I can stand on Come and take a picture, she Hundred bands, running man Keep the bands tucked (Bands, bands, brrt) Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you You don't wanna cancel B*t*h she all up in my ear, I tip her she a dancer (Uh, uh) Put some lean up in my Sprite, it give me the answer B*t*h I might be, uh in my white tee (In my, uh) Drippin' pricey, b*t*h my diamonds icy Hundred bands, runnin' man, keep them bands tucked Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you, you don't wanna cancel Drop top and I'm from the block-ock 40 make your heart stop, make you do the leg bop Skrrt, let's g–
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