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Yeah, blatt Yeah, blatt Yeah Blatt, yeah Yeah B*t*h, I'm a G.O.A.T. at this sh*t, I been doin' it Opp at the show, so you know I'ma ruin it (Ha) They at the door, and they knockin', like, "Who is it?" I'm with a thot in L.A., and we coolin' it (Yeah) I'm with a thot in the A, finna kick sh*t I'm with a b*t*h, she got money, a rich b*t*h (Woo) I'm sippin' drink, yeah, you know I'm addicted Look at my chain, that sh*t lookin' like p*ss, b*t*h (Yeah) I just been red, fill him with lead Thick b*t*h so bad, but I want her instead Look at my wrist, cost an arm and a leg I cannot f**k with these n***as, they feds (Uh) Pull up on me, and you goin' to bed L-M-A-O, b*t*h, I'm laughin', I'm dead (Yeah) I sold the Percs' to a n***a named Kren (Yeah) You sippin' green, you gon' turn to a sped (Yeah) (Uh, yeah) Back on my bullsh*t, I had to show 'em Talkin' that sh*t, but I don't even know him (Yeah) 7.62, it's gon' go for your dome (Ooh) Oh, that's your b*t*h? She gon' give me the dome (Ooh) My b*t*h, she mad I don't pick up the phone (Yeah) B*t*h, you not better, I'm takin' my throne I'm in the function, I stay for the long Mad at his b*t*h, 'cause she singin' my songs Oh, there's this ho, and she lovin' my music (Yeah) I give mixed signals, I know it's confusin' (Blick) B*t*h, I'm a bomb, you know that I'm defusing (Blick) N***as, they usin' cheat codes in some music (Yeah) I'm chillin' out, but you know I ain't losin' (Ha) Bino up in this b*t*h, we gon' fuse it (Yeah) We finna blow up, so you better tune in (Yeah) She hit my phone like, "You doin' me wrong" B*t*h, you should know I be leadin' you on (Oh) Tryna get high, but my opp in a bone SD .45 finna knock off his dome (Yeah) Crazy how my n***as comin' along (Yeah) We really up, and ain't doin' it long (Yeah) We really up, makin' bread off of songs (Oh, woah) He think he better, that lil' n***a drunk Yeah, my new b*t*h booty built like a tonka (Woah) Got a new CLE, how much it cost ya? (Yo) Hop out your life, we ain't worried about ya Never forget all the times that they doubt you (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo) Walk in the buy, he askin' for vouchers Say he get money, I don't know about ya (Yeah) Purple my cup, b*t*h, I'm sippin' on chowder Smokin' on gas, boy, you ain't gettin' louder (Oh no) New AMG, got the color of powder Slide through the crib with your b*t*h, and I pound her She got that mega brain, no Danny Schrader Jump in the crowd, at my shows, they be louder (Woah) Look at your show, and that sh*t so pathetic (On God) Look at your wallet, that sh*t so pathetic (F**k) Look at your b*t*h, boy, that sh*t so pathetic Look at your hair, boy, that sh*t so pathetic Bread finna meet, boy, our money magnetic Lovin' the bread, I think I got a fetish My choppa takin' his soul, I'ma sell it He signed a [?] Never been broke, but my money a relic Entrepreneur, boy, you can't even spell it I call up Wes just to knock off your melon D**k-riding's a crime, and my haters is felons
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