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You know that is my time, hoe Life is money so i got a dime for it Man, i see it but my shades strong This Gucci on my face it help me dap on ‘em You know we stay smoking on that indo That Travis Scott antidote But don’t call me a random Pulling’ up pinot grigiot f**kin’ your b*t*h she a sleazy hoe I’m sick of hunkin that sneezy on ‘em I’m sick of hunkin that sneezy on ‘em I pull up on that fanta and sprite So i told that passer to leave me ‘lone All of them wish they got money on Look at my jacket, it’s VLONE Look at your b*t*h listening to lucid dreams I know that sh*t is her theme song I control that b*t*h like a remote Run up on me and i’m down to blow All of my n***as they grippin’ poles Illuminati wit’ it cos i’ll take your soul I go harder Get it wetter than bottles of water Call me stupid i’ll pull up on him And i’ll dance like my major pulled up in a charger Imma die for my sh*t like a martyr Imma die for my sh*t like a martyr Talking sh*t til i pull up on you wit that handy pack See martyr n***as i’m hotter All my n***as got sh*t like varietal I see all of this sh*t like horizon All my n***as get money for real though In my kitchen i’m movin them pills hoe Hopefully this sh*t hit home f**king that b*t*h like let’s go Hit that b*t*h on my cell phone I won’t f**k sh*t on her menstrual I murder these instrumentals Imma hit that b*t*h with backstroke Imma hit that b*t*h from the back But, sh*t, i’m hot you know how it is hoe Every day i wake up lit tho n***as know what it is, what it is hoe Pull up on the scene look like big cloak It was a green lighter, that ain’t a bic tho I smoke big gas, i smoke big blunts Talkin’ that sh*t n***a waiting on nothin’ Look at your bank i just see 20s I got hunnids’ , you got ones Hop out abort, you is my son Pull up on the scene, i make him run All of my guns is horny is f**k Pull up on the block it’ll make him c*m Yeah I make this sh*t look simple Really poppin’ like proactive and a bunch of f**king pimples I pull up im that b*t*h i past high She my computer, my d**k is that b*t*h’ flash drive I get the cash, n***a you know i’m too fly Your b*t*h f**kin’ my b*t*h In the end she too bi You know i don’t box But i’m f**king like the box You talkin’ stupid til you catch a shot about this Glock Your b*t*h up on my c*ck I told that b*t*h to stop Then watch And all i do is get cash and relax, and plot Just turn me up a notch I wake up smoking the pot That’s a camera I flash just like a camera, when it pops And if you got it, then you got it See this gucci on his wallet Is it gucci or is this louis This designer has me confused, i need to stop it I just cop it When i drink i start from the bottom I get long neck from your b*t*h, she an ostrich Hopefully that’s not a problem I make it look easy for real I told you this I told you that I make it look easy for real I know that it’s easy to say But it ain’t that easy for real I’m rolling up backwoods all day But the papers put me in my feels For real Yo you gotta post this sh*t tomorrow, this sh*ts legendary That’s the best sh*t we did all day Juice
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