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Ay, ay, ay, ay Okay like, we just f**king spawned Ay, already got the AUG Our fans, they want another song So I got MOL$, please stand in awe Oh baby, nothing, you crazy Oh sh*t, it's tempting, I'm lazy So we just f**k and I'm gazing Your eyes are pretty, oh baby And I'm like I don't f**k around until I'm killing on the mic I-I got babies all around me, yeah, they on my left and right I'm pistol whipping b*t*hes, never missing Kinda tripping, gotta go My homies, they need me I see the signal so I'm out the door Like, I don't f**k around I don't mess around I-I don't care what your f**king name is Yeah, we ain't gonna browse Ay, yuh Look at my sh*t Look at my b*t*h Tell me your better, thеn check out my sh*t I know that you're lying 'cause you don't know sh*t You don't know mе and you don't know my clique Ay, ay, ay Diggy hit me up and he ask me if I wanna hit this Hell yeah b*t*h, I'm out here Down here with the fire and I'mma spit it Rhymes are spinning around And I be winning the crowd Wowing everyone around me Call me king, give a crown Call me Stumpy, but I'm never ever short on rhymes b*t*h I'm eating up these features like I'm eating up rice And we finna f**king blow up Look it, open your eyes Funny 'cause I'm f**king Asian That don't matter tonight No She wanna f**k but I tell her no deal She want my nuts, that's a five star meal d**k in her chest and she call that sh*t soul food Two twin Glocks but let's see what this Colt do Uh, rip out your abdomen Yes we is back again Watching and plotting And playing these hoes like it's badminton Probably lots of you thinking that I should go drown Hating when you see me round Tryna paint me a clown I started this sh*t all the way at the ground Say you a dog, baby, my house a pound Yeah Got MOL$ on this track like it's chemistry No Austin Powers, but they be my mini me And the b*t*h pull up, she whip out the Double D's Got so much money, the twenties be obsolete b*t*h, I came out the mud and hell no, I'm not done And we up 4 to 1 All my bands weigh a ton I can pay for the sun, but can't pay for no son Like Atilla the Hun, can't count battles I've won Wait, whoa Your b*t*h is what I stole And I can't stand to complain no more Me and Diggy, ice, we staying cold like Just got a call from my lady She told me that she been f**king Stumpy lately She on the side, she too crazy She already tried to tell me that's my baby Yeah, in the Benz, yeah Mercedes On our way to fame, lil b*t*h, we go 80 The drip in the whip, damn, it's getting so rainy Angie Blevins, she don't turn off that safety Bang (bang, bang, bang)
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