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B*t*h, yeah, huh (I got so much Enrgy)

Seventy-five or better for a eighth, I only blow exotic
All-black Amiris with the leather like I'm going gothic
I'll pull the fully out and bring the ho up out 'em
Big roll on me, got yo' b*t*h in here blowing Johnson
In that widebody doing donuts, I'm a jacka**
Turned his hood into Baghdad, now he a hashtag
201, doing Saks bad, I'm finna bag drag
Old b*t*h bugging, had to block her with her mad a**

Anywhere you see me at, I got blick regardless
Chop got a hundred .223's, could hit any target
Hellcats up the ave', hear the Kitty barking
A** full of silicone, her cup full of Rémy Martin
I was broke once upon a time, I can't go back
Tryna fight? We'll leavе him holy like the pope, Jack
Goosе for the winter, thousand dollars on my coat rack
SBDSM full of sh*tters, but you know that

Firebomb the spot and put a claymore at the door
Up off a deuce, but if I pour a four, I'ma snore
Ocean Drive, you might catch me flooring in a Porsche
G-O-A-T, feel like Mike Jordan on the court
First 5K, you want the vid'? I might need seven
Reach for this chain? Guarantee that you gon' see Heaven
I ain't never chase 'em, I was dream catching
Fifty-some' pair, got a European sneak' fetish
.223's to his collarbone, knock his shoulder loose
If I send 'em out, it ain't no telling what my soldiers do
You hear every f**king horse when my motor zoom
Feel like Simon, yo' b*t*h do exactly what I told her to
Haha, like, blow me and blow gang next
Like you white and we the KKK, you can't hang, neph'
She ain't got sh*t for me if it ain't neck
Only pulled up on her for the head but we came sex

Just f**ked up Chase with an Amex and fake check
She just sent the drop, know I'm pulling up with Latex
I pulled a four of zip, I f**ked around and laced neph'
One week, did a fifty ball in the same Tech

Sh*t, f**k, damn, hit the 'Wood, almost knocked me out
Before you cuffed, you should've figured out her body count
I got the Par and the Tris but this a Wocky drought
Elmer Fudd, tryna catch a wabbit, bring the shotty out

Sh*t, f**k, damn, demon b*t*h with some godly dome
Lunch time, blew a hundred bucks at Hibachi door
Lot of fiends at the trap, this the zombie zone
Pull up on yo' b*t*h and f**k face, that's what time we on
Sh*t, f**k, damn, push the pedal, feel like Vin Diesel
Baddie in the Hellcat, my b*t*h and my whip evil
Mozzarella on his head, I bet we switch cheeses
Track.2 Man, you see me out, I'm prolly big B'ing

Sh*t, f**k, damn, Casamigo' got me acting bad
Think he running off? Them 7.62s'll catch his a**
Two hoes and one me, b*t*h, I'm smacking a**
Let the ratchet blast, hell no, I won't jab his a**

Sh*t, f**k, damn, damn, f**k, sh*t, I'm high as hell
Nah, for real, I'm sitting down, no need to light a tail
Twenty ball in the Ksubis, got 'em tight as hell
Lil' bro got his gun cheaper than a fire sale

Sh*t, f**k, damn, all this damn dog sh*t, f**k
Thousand dollars on some damn jeans and they ripped up
Glock to his BAPE, leave a n***a sh*t zipped up
Already knowing she gon' f**k 'cause I'm rich, duh

Sh*t, f**k, damn, sh*t, f**k, damn, sh*t, f**k
Sh*t, f**k, damn, f**k, sh*t, we got big thrust
Sh*t, f**k, damn, double back, we can't spin once
Sh*t, f**k, damn, sh*t, f**k, like b*t*h, what?
Ha, yeah
Sh*ttyBoyz, Dog Sh*t Militia, that's on every song
Whew
Sh*t, f**k, damn
Sh*ttyBoyz

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