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Pew, pew, pew Brra, hol' on, pow, pow, pow, pow (Hol' on) Cio Hol' on, gang, hol' on (Grra) Got on and fell off, but I'm back and I'm better They know lil' Quin'll go crash out whenever But I'm steady focused on gettin' to that cheddar, they call me Chester I get the high for the lesser, I could show you how to stretch 'em He think he green like a sneeze, we'll bless him Just breeze, this a 9 millimeter, don't measure She— She— She shakin' ass for the free, I finessed her Too many racks, I'ma need a collector Still servin' packs, n***a, I'm the possessor Big bankroll pockets on Nutty Professor He claim he a flexer, we run in his pocket Drac' got tits, need a bra on the Bonnie Whole lotta fits when you walk in the closet We stay, gotta pop his ass like a narcotic Hol' on, gang, hol' on They speakin'— They speakin' on me, n***a, speak on your partners And I'm not a pilot, but play with them choppas We came to the club with them killers and robbers A whole lotta hoes and a whole lotta bottles A whole lotta gangsters, a whole lotta models We just good drink, sip it right out the bottle He dove in the streets, should've had on some goggles They really feel how I'm comin' and like how I kick it He scared of an onion, ain't know how to flip it I bag up a bow, get him gone in some minutes You cut grass and mow, I'ma lower the ticket They stealin' my flow, but don't know how to spit it Just dope in this wood, we ain't rollin' up midget That n***a cap, he belong with a fitted Take off to the top, but belong in them trenches When I'm makin' plays, only time you'll see me Spit a verse, they rewind it and repeat All the opps really vow to my CD Von steady throwing up the trey like CP I'ma slide with a MAC like PC Fendi Crip, but his partner and 'em GD Burn a n***a ass quick, give him BD I can't leave out the hood 'cause they need me R— Racks in the vault, got them racks in the vault, I don't gotta ask what it costs Immaculate sauce, ayy, get the bag and I'm lost Soon as the package get off, then it's back to the loft Pour up some Act' in this raw, I'm not average at all I've been in the game, I ain't packin' a ball n***a talkin' bout he strapped, but ain't packin' at all When you havin' your way, you'll cop it quicker I know b*t*h n***as act like they got a n***a If he diss, then he drunk, took some shots of liquor And I'm already poppin', don't gotta diss you I stay humble in per' 'cause I'm solid, n***a Don't be thinkin' it's sweet 'cause my kindness, n***a I ain't flexin' too often, I got it, n***a Self-defense anything tryna stop me, n***a Hol' on, gang (Grra), hol' on Got on and fell off, but I'm back and I'm better They know lil' Quin'll go crash out whenever But I'm steady focused on gettin' to that cheddar, they call me Chester I get the high for the lesser, I could show you how to stretch 'em He think he green like a sneeze, we'll bless him Just breeze, this a 9 millimeter, don't measure She shakin' ass for the free, I finessed her Too many racks, I'ma need a collector Still servin' packs, n***a, I'm the possessor Big bankroll pockets on Nutty Professor He claim he a flexer, we run in his pocket Drac' got tits, need a bra on the Bonnie Whole lotta fits when you walk in the closet We stay, gotta pop his ass like a narcotic These racks in my pocket keep me warm like a blanket Just chicken and rice, get it from the Jamaicans I hope you dumb n***as don't try what you thinkin' Your ass'll get put in a box like a ray Pockets fatter than a b*t*h, look like Big Daddy V I be chasin' my dreams like I'm signin' with Meek Get money, repeat, do that sh*t every week Early bird, get the worms, so I grew me a beak I feel like Kevin Gates, I'm a real big speaker The choppa got vocals, it sound like Alicia I need every slice of my dough like a pizza And free Uncle homie and f**k Arkeisha (f**k— f**k Arkeisha) Say, that's how you comin', lil' Quin? I'ma unblock the b*t*h, tell her, "Pull up at 10" And I'm f**kin' that ho while she toppin' her friend When she get out the car, I'ma block her again From the 'burbs and she bougie and ratchet I'ma speak the f**k up, I ain't chokin' like Randy Back to back blunts, got me feelin' fantastic Probably throw up the deuce when I'm dead in my casket (Hahaha) That was my ex, I was laughin' off Before I chase the b*t*h, I'll be better off jackin' off Feel like cement, ain't no way that we packin' off Put egg on the candle, lil' n***a, let's crack it off (Ayy, ayy) Hol' on, gang (Grra), hol' on Got on and fell off, but I'm back and I'm better They know lil' Quin'll go crash out whenever But I'm steady focused on gettin' to that cheddar, they call me Chester I get the high for the lesser, I could show you how to stretch 'em He think he green like a sneeze, we'll bless him Just breeze, this a 9 millimeter, don't measure She shakin' ass for the free, I finessed her Too many racks, I'ma need a collector Still servin' packs, n***a, I'm the possessor Big bankroll pockets on Nutty Professor He claim he a flexer, we run in his pocket Drac' got tits, need a bra on the Bonnie Whole lotta fits when you walk in the closet We stay, gotta pop his ass like a narcotic Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on Anything tryna stop me Ayy, that ho just givin' that noggin Uh, hop out the shade when I stop it Go, ayy, ayy, ayy f**k 'round with us, we gon' pop it Hol' on, we got a drum on the rocket She booted up off of Perkys and Roxys Go, hol' on
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