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1WayKay, you went off on this bitch [Verse] Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe Aye, yeah, yeah Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe, aye 762's, tryna knock him out his shoes, aye Reach for this chain, fuck around and make the news, aye Reach for this chain, quickest way to get you blew, aye Ten toes, bitch I'm standing on them 'till the day I'm gone Would've thought the Glock was full of runtz, we done made him float Shitty Boyz, BabyTron, she choosing if they play a song Secure the bag, OT, I'm finna take it home I'm the punch king, you cannot take my throne This some [?], hundred dollars when I spray cologne I don't even know you, why the fuck is you hating bro? Pissed in the club, finna make the strippers rake the floor Stuffin dick in this bitch mouth, I'm tryna break her throat Would've thought my parents wasn't human, they done made a goat Winter time, imma throw some money up and make it snow (Every time you shoot you miss your shot, that's why your rating's low) Every time you shoot you miss your shot, that's why your rating's low In the trenches, iced up, shit forgot I'm famous, bro Let a clown think shit sweet, we 'gon paint his nose Margiela stepping, if I trip, I might paint the floor One man army, but I ride around with six weapons Do the dash and swing the wide-body, it might get hectic Unky in the kitchen, cost a band for a wrist lesson [?] selling sauces, 10k just for six methods Ten thousand dollar fit on, walking around through the opp shit, huh, they won't touch me though Half sleep, flying off some wock, I'm just chilling in the cockpit, huh, I just drunk a four I can switch it up, they missing shit, they blickies glitching up I can't have a bitch around me if she on some iffy stuff I have this nine flying at you, like when Iggy jump Bitch tryna ride me like a horse, I told her giddy up You still got a ten, you need to get it up Wock party, you need 500 tryna hit a cup Bob Marley, imma face this bitch, you can't hit my blunt Chopstick, swing around and doo- if he feeling tough Huh, took his Carti's he was feeling buff Ex-bitch losing, seen her out, looking hit as fuck Mike Amiri, newest season, make it hard to drip with us Pedal pushing, in my triple S's, finna triple up 'Tuh, keep a hammer like I'm triple-H Wednesday, two o'clock, I'm at Fleming's getting steak Everything heavy, bitch you playing with some little pape' Everything heavy, bitch you playing with some lil weight I was fucked up, they seen me hungry, they can't get a plate Twelve flicked me, like I hope they know I'm finna get away Remember being fucked up, was praying for a bigger play Bitch I know you see my chain, I'm looking like the shit today Why the ugly hoes always instigate? Ugly road, bitch talk loose, up it in her face Been in my bag, you zipped your zipper late Bro caught a body in the foreign, finna switch the plates Phew, aye Aye, aye, aye, shittyboyz
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