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Lil b*t*h just sit down
We took off fast (uh,)
Whatchu gone do about all that? (ay,)
Lil b*t*h you ain't even in the trap
All my homies ticked up yeah, we b*t*h we got this strap (uh,) (yuh,)
Car is fast
SRT I'm in that sh*t you know its gas (uh,)
And the backseat look like I got bang-galore (uh,)
B*t*hes on me, b*t*hes on my d**k-galore (yuh,)
B*t*h I got my, money my b*t*h up two floors (yuh,)
My b*t*h jump off roof, you cannot see that w**** (yuh,)
And my b*t*h so bad I'm rockin' double w****s (huh,) (yuh,)
In the coupe that b*t*h got double doors (yeah,)
B*t*h I'm high as f**k, I feel like Dumbledore (yuh,) (uh,)
Take my time when [?] (yuh,)
That b*t*h suck me up like she ain't got no plate (huh,)
I'ma d**k that b*t*h, that body got no rack (huh, huh,) (yuh, yuh,)
You ain't got no cake
My b*t*h bad and she got a K (uh,)
X and percy b*t*h call that a double date

(Eddison)
My n***a kick in the door
I told his a** don't gеt caught up
Them boys keep saying they got money
But thеy know they not rich as us
Car keys? What's that?
My car got no keys
Wait that's a truck
I got sick of eatin' all them Xans
I had to put some in my cup
I told that b*t*h after she done suckin' all on my d**k have some good luck
Yeah she so up, b*t*h we play golf
I feel so up like Donald Trump (edd)
Said we gon' push up like so what
That's just a workout for us
In my SRT bumpin' DS2
Say she like Prada, I said me too
We flirt so much, can't even see you
Can't have one b*t*h, I need at least two
Droppin' this heat, I'm drivin' a Porche
She ridin' a Dill, she ridin' a Coupe
I just count up 3 hunnids, I'm thumbin' em through
If that boy run up on me I know just what to do (shoot)
When I blow that Drac' make sure I hit his face
No face, ain't no case, they threw the Ks away
My n***a hit his thang out in broad day
F**k her once then do that b*t*h away
I got n***as gettin' away too much money
I can't even say
I f**k this b*t*h on my IG
I see her liking my page
I make sure my b*t*h like b*t*hes
I make sure my b*t*h is gay
I popped a Xan
I don't remember the stain I hit
I heard that sh*t insane
In the SRT
Swerve lane on lane on lane on lane on lane on lane
Sippin' on wok, wok, wok, wok, wok
We don't sip green we sip purple rain
Jump in that b*t*h
Jump in that b*t*h
Jumpin that b*t*h, b*t*h gimmie brain
I pop an X and then a perc
I'm on the verge of crashin' a plane
We get geeked too much
We is not the same
(I just mixed a Xan with percy drank I can't feel my face)
My n***a got hit in the back
When I cop that S-Cla**
It's gon be all black
I'm a wavy n***a
I got it, I spend it
Bought that sh*t with cash
I do with no credit
With all this Rick
A n***a look silly
You postin' your Spotify rap
It's not even a milli
Run up on me and my n***as gon blow
Don't die for me n***a you know that's my choice
Got the double C case when I rock 'round the city
And I'm rockin' so much that I look like I'm Drizzy
You worried 'bout your [?], silly
Up for his life, I might run up a milli
Just got so much green
That sh*t makin' you dizzy
I can't buy a ring for my b*t*h
'Cause she picky
I'm high as f**k
I'm seeing stars
Double ice in my cup
And I'm booted to Mars
A rich n***a
I can't go in a bar
Your girl's on the whip
Look like a cigar
Got the double C case
When I hop out the car
Got the new Yeezy
Sh*t from the old
We be exposin' em
Look at my neck and wrists
They frozen
I be so drippy
It look like I'm posin'
I pull in the SR
And told, now we rollin'
Pull up in a Benz
I can't ride in no Acura
Flippin' no work
I ain't flippin' no spatula
Step to us
And my n***as won't clap you
My n***as be shootin'
Like they out in Africa
F**k that SRT
I'm in the 18-wheeler, manga
I ain't even need no keys
B*t*h I'm richer than Ceelo Green
Nah, you know I'm just lyin'
he said he don't kick it with dope boys
They was lyin'
Look at my check
And I'm countin' up
Look at my [?], they do now
Money don't make you rich
I kick it with dope boys all the time
Saw I never even got no car
Barely 21, I still don't even know how to drive
Drop the seat to the SRT
We ain't come back alive (Yeah!)
Your bro went to [?] on me
If he don't, we almost died
Oh well, that's alright
Posted with a .5

I count every second, and that's why I say count up
I count every second, and that's why I say count up
It don't matter how much I count up, it ain't enough
It ain't enough, it ain't enough, no

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