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My b*t*h too bad, my car too fast
Nah b*t*h my life too fast, but I like too fast
F**k it, we got get this cash, we gon' get this bag
N***a don't you run up on me, I'm gon' grip this mag
Put some money on yo' head have you lookin' like a tiki, n***a
Off codeine cups got me sleepy n***a
Hi tec f**kin up the Yeezys n***a
I be done popped a n***a out his Tsubis
F**k round pop a n***a with this n***a Uzi
F**k round rob a n***a with this groupie
N***a thought he was gon' get some coochie
I'll fix some sh*t with this tooly, semi-automatic no fully
But it still pick n***as up it's a bully, n***a creep on me
I caught 'em red handed but blew in his face
Walk off lift up my hoodie, I'm done with these n***as
They really is pu**y, gettin bread but they rеally cookie
Get some hеad from the b*t*h and then book it
I told her it's over she misunderstood me
She came over the same night
I got head from the b*t*h but I told her she can't bite
Cuz she said my d**k taste nice, she just suck it
Ain't no conversation it break ice, when you say my name
Say it twice, give a f**k how we left off b*t*h better say it right
I chase the bank I can't chase you I ain't the type
Strap with a switch like a alien tote it
Large a** whip like a Martian - rode it
Hollow tips spread leave you wide - open
Ain't no hold up my sh*t fully loaded
Sicker than covid, D-E on me like - coded
Red blue and green don't get color - coded
Extended mag like a Louie bag I f**king tote it
And I got a 19 like covid too, ill brush you off my shoulders too
Why you so sick yo' hoe over you?
B*t*h don't do sh*t but what she told to do
Don't know what she spit on more my d**k or my shoes
But she clean 'em both she the truth
Tell the truth I don't like none of these n***as
Y'all really just me to tell y'all I do - but I can't
Just like I'm posed to been stopped sipping this drank, n***a I can't
My n***as telling me "Yac you the one, stop biting yo tongue."
I'm like n***a I ain't, I don't chat with these broke muhf**kas I laugh to the bank he ain't did sh*t for you n***a that ain't yo' gang you lil n***as just run around acting the same
I don't sell no clothes I just put tags up on these bodies
B*t*h look at my clothes you think I gotta rob somebody?
B*t*h I'm smoking on biscotti this sh*t loud like a Ducati
She said "what's that in the back?"
I said get back b*t*h that's a shotty
I don't sell no clothes I just put tags up on these bodies
B*t*h look at my clothes you think I gotta rob somebody?
B*t*h I'm smoking on biscotti this sh*t loud like a Ducati
She said "what's that in the back?"
I said get back b*t*h it's some bodies

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