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Hokatiwi

White sticks like I dipped the buffs in a milk carton
And the b*t*hes got the nuggets too like I'm Will Barton
Four hundred dollar Chrome tee but I'm still heartless
I'll have yo whole crew running like a drill sergeant
I ain't on a pill trip, b*t*h, I'm on a jack run
Two phones slapping, had to throw away to tap one
Zaza after zaza, I got black lungs
Scoring through all the foul play, that's a and one
Splash Bros, if I don't pull up, I know Stan will shoot
Tripping in the coupe, finna crash like I'm Bandicoot
Miami Beach loft with a good great Atlantic view
Heard the clerk sweet like Kool-Aid, brought the jammers through
Chop with the flash, we'll pause him like a photo
Told her, "We a secret", I'ma dog her on the low low
B*t*h wanna link, if we ain't fraud then it's a no go
Smoking out a two pound, balling like I'm Bol Bol
F**k, this some Gotham Runtz
Undertaker, if I'm down, just know that I'm popping up
Yeah, I see you mugging 'cause you peeped that I dropped the buffs
Reaching? We gon' swing sticks like the ref dropped the puck
Real road runner, probably won't even stop for lunch
Talking like you stepping but I know that you not gon' crunch
Whoop an opp to the Lord, b*t*h, watch me lob him up
Had to up my Jordan 1s so I went and copped a bunch
I ain't gon' stop till the kid got the GOAT status
Put the red beams on his face, he need Proactiv
I don't need a stunt double, I'll face my own action
I can score in two different fields like I'm Bo Jackson
B*t*h cold so I threw a Moncler coat at her
And I think the b*t*h know voodoo, she a soul snatcher
Boy, stop rapping, you be talking sh*t that don't matter
C*cky f**k since middle school, I been a roll flasher
B*t*h friends ask where she at, told' em, "With her date"
Smile tugging on the [?] brodie trigger happy
Out here, you going out bad but in Flint, you chatty
For the hundredth time, I hopped in and I zipped my baggy
No lag, 7.62s, they'll flip yo Cady
Blowing out the new cookies pack, I be missing Cali
On telegraph with the scope, can hit a opp in Ypsilanti
Scored sixty out in New York, told the Knicks to draft me
Two hundred dollar sea food, finna make a mess
That ain't olive oil when you see unkie apron wet
Chase hoes? Nah, I'd rather go and chase a check
Since you got a big heart, told bro to aim for chest
B*t*h called me "broke", told that ho they must've laced her meth
I don't mean to dog hoes, you can go and thank my ex
We ain't in the Hellcats tonight, catch us racing 'Vettes
Loyalty so rare, won't even let a b*t*h take my test
Off some chill sh*t, ran up a hundred in these pair of Crocs
Woke up with zero f**ks to give, boy, I swear to God
Skrrt around, whip roaring like a Triceratops
Hitter brought the stick to San Fran like he Barry Bonds
Sealed pint, boy, I gotta charge you for every drop
Hustle dying wish, boy, my life wasn't Fairy Odd
That ain't Hutch, I see you grab that watch out of Jared's box
Took my b*t*h OT and told her be prepared to shop
Melrose, Rodeo, back to back drip trips
Lauren London type b*t*h, blues on me, RIP Nip
Got it out the mud, in the hood like a dipstick
Cuz thirtheen, he'll pull up shooting off his RipStik
Ray Lewis, catch you with the bag, I'ma hit stick
Twenty thousand in the restaurant and didn't tip sh*t
Lil' light skin, lip gloss, don't do lip stick
B*t*h, I got a squad full of goons like I'm Trick Trick
Ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz

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