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[Intro] Huh, uh, I got drip— uh, uh I got drip fare, uh (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) I got brick fare I got drip fare, uh I got brick fare Pay for a bitch hair Uh-uh [Chorus] I'm tired of fuckin' these hoes, it's time to go back home I'm trappin' up off the phone, I'm tired of swingin' them O's I'm tired of swingin' the pole, bitch, fuck the famous hoes They act like they don't know me and what the fuck I'm famous for [Post-Chorus] I'm famous for trappin' the Bubba, uh, I'm famous for swingin' the cutter I pull up and finger-fuck her, might text her, but never fuck her A robber from out the city, I ran it up, I was trappin' Bubba Robbin' half of the city, Boston always stayin' in trouble [Verse 1] That blicky got thе hiccups and when I blow it, that bitch gon' stutter Ain't shit, nigga, we can fight, I'm bumpin' good likе D-Slugga My Tahoe tinted up, comin' through like undercovers I'll drop a mill' on your head, you fuck off with my brother I'm out here duckin' the feds, leave a hundred up on her bed Ride with me like I got pegs, I'm cuttin' her off, she don't give head I see it up in his eyes, boy, give me that blicky, your ass scared I'm out here movin' swiftly, half of these opp-ass niggas on dead I don't care if she got some followers, I'ma leave the lil' bitch on read Out here trappin' hella ice like I just jumped on a sled Check out my neck, it's hella ice, I got that shit from trappin' meds If she can't show a fifty ball, bitch, get up out my bed [Chorus] I'm tired of fuckin' these hoes, it's time to go back home I'm trappin' up off the phone, I'm tired of swingin' them O's I'm tired of swingin' the pole, bitch, fuck the famous hoes They act like they don't know me and what the fuck I'm famous for [Post-Chorus] I'm famous for trappin' the Bubba, uh, I'm famous for swingin' the cutter I pull up and finger-fuck her, might text her, but never fuck her A robber from out the city, I ran it up, I was trappin' Bubba Robbin' half of the city, Boston always stayin' in trouble [Verse 2] Uh, uh, uh, woah, Kemosabe, big ballin', this my hobby Before these nigga was doin' 'Cats, I was runnin' up 'round the lobby Before they got on Hellcats, I was whippin' a big body If you don't like how I pop my shit, nigga, we can hit 'bout it That Tweetin' up on IG'll get a nigga stick 'bout it Uh, sayin' that, "Lil' Boston," last nigga got flipped 'bout it That shit up in my hand, ain't gotta come off the hip 'bout it Playin' with the money'll get your ass killed 'bout it Pull up, white and blue McLaren, Boston just fucked on a Karen Real fuckin' pallbearin', why the fuck is y'all starin'? Get in the field and do some leg work like my name was Uncle Daren Connect this bitch like we on Bluetooth, me and her pairin' [Chorus] I'm tired of fuckin' these hoes, it's time to go back home I'm trappin' up off the phone, I'm tired of swingin' them O's I'm tired of swingin' the pole, bitch, fuck the famous hoes They act like they don't know me and what the fuck I'm famous for
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