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Hunnid in a choppa that’s a C cup
b*t*h I see you hatin’ through the peephole
Stomp you in Margiela’s and a peacoat
She a bum b*t*h but love the way she deepthroat
Silly n***as always want a hero
This sh*t rip through a vest I got cheat codes
My life is the matrix b*t*h I’m Neo
My b*t*hes set it off I brought Cleo
I just beat it down on a pit stop
Audemar patelk for my wrist watch
I don’t wanna talk about these pictures
Cause they remind me how I ruined Christmas
Guatemalan b*t*h up in my DM
And she gon keep on sayin’ that I’m gifted
Model b*t*hes gave me all the lip gloss
Every time I gave her all the drip drop
I just wеnt to Rami on a pit stop
80 thousand cash for my wrist watch
Thinkin’ to myself when this sh*t stop?
I be up in jail with my d**k soft
I ain’t havе a bail when they switched up
Got a couple mil but this sh*t cost
Tell em’ free my fam we can switch back
A hundred thousand cash up in 10 stacks
This domestic violence with no get back
That’s Mei Ling walkin' with a chin strap
Im super hot fire with a tic tac
You a small fry I’m a big mac
Coulda’ went to college but I switched paths
Now I’m stackin hunnids on this b*t*h dash
Why you takin’ pictures in your man’s whip?
Stand up on the hood if it’s that real
n***a what’s the dents you got cash for it
n***as always takin’ pics n’ cappin’
He got 10 chains on I bought a magnet
That’ll let you really know what’s happening
Better let these n***as know I’m active
It’s a hard 39 when I’m clappin’
Thizz face on like I’m Mac Dre
Since I said it R.I.P to Mac Dre
Hit a pu**y n***a with the pat down
Gang in this b*t*h with the MAC’s out
n***a trip ima lay the smack down
Just bought another whip I got priors
Machete on the K I’m Mike Myers
I was tryna eat steak and lobster
Instead it’s meatballs and lasagna
n***a we don’t do relaxin’
n***a you ain’t have sh*t
GLE coupe with the MAC in it
Then I had the Jag with the cracked mirror
Six fifty coupe with the cracked fender
Drove the M3 did the dash in it
You know i had to get away from crashin’ it
Sticks in the car I’m a drummer too
Left his brains up in Timbuktu
b*t*h I get dough I know Homer too
And I did all my homework too
SuYoung beggin’ me to come home too
But Mei Ling is a home run too
Said I shouldn't wait or get f**ked by two
A threesome a just set my mood
Play me like I’m dumb ima spill my juice
It’s a mop and it clean up cool
On the dance floor I just found my groove
My two step and my knockouts smooth
When I walk the yards is when I pay my dues
Crash dummy’s what I call my goons
They just wanna die, drink mud, and shoot
It’s nothin’ that I love more than juice
Bro this sh*t deeper than a punchline
Mops in the car when it's crunch time
Ten thousand on my head I walk a fine line
I was up in jail flushin’ one time sunshine
Bentley super sport when the sun out
Foreign whip crasher but I flu flame in Hyundai
Gotta switch the lingo or it get tricky
Glad I came with a hundidi
Goofy ass n***a it’s a mickey
Another body doe I'm just kidding
Cause they’ll come snatch you for your riddles
Violating first amendment (uh sh*t)
Why you got yo hand out?
You wobblin’ you couldn’t even stand down
Thinkin’ back I should’ve went the scam route
Or maybe I just should’ve went to Cam house
Yeah you ballin but you couldn’t help yo mans out
Mad I gotta go back to the damn trial
Beat it like Michael on the Man in the Mirror
Wrist dancin’ showboatin’ Rick Flair
Mike Tyson in the jungle with a bear
I be lyin’ if I never shed a tear
If you been where I been nah n***a you ain’t been there
b*t*h I beat life and the big chair
I coulda had a sponge on my good hair
Reclinin’ seats back I’m smellin’ good air
Model b*t*h all you see is good hair
It’s gon’ be a good year
I just left where sheck left 29 o four nine
I’m out gettin’ good cash (sh*t, n***a)
pu**y I am not the police don’t lie to me
Stick came out the closet it’s a shy glizzy
b*t*h I’m runnin’ out of words and my eyes squintin’
Here ya’ll go my last words man I’m tired n***a
No I’m lyin’ n***a I’m just high n***a
I’ll pull up at your college endin' hoop dreams
What I’m trippin on? Balenciaga shoe strings
How the f**k I even know you went to school here?
Mr. Mosely he be tellin’ me to do things
Hundidi what we call a thousand uchies
You can have the broke b*t*h, man she stupid
Good bobble while she listen to my music
n***a how you wanna do this?
It was cold as sh*t
I was beatin’ down yo girl with a golden fist
And I think you noticed it
Did it cause she close to you
Thief in the night but I can turn into the poltergeist
Shawty said I know you right (ah sh*t ah sh*t)
Never bring a knife to gun fight unless it’s on one
Machete on the K I’m Mike Myers in a snow storm
Show these n***as no love
The Major League’s home run
Could’ve went to college but I’m heavy handed pourin’ up
I’ll pull up on your block it’s the end games
Playin’ heavy metal rap when I switch lane
Potty mouth I just left a n***a sh*t bags
Really man this sh*t sad
Oh baby want her get back
I ran a b*t*h twice the third time she got a chin strap (ah sh*t, n***a)
How the f**k do I be comin up with this sh*t
Ten attempted suicides on my slit wrist
Free my n***as I might cry when this sh*t finish
Too poured I might die when this sh*t finish
Why you do that? Why you lie? You a b*t*h n***a
Mink draggin’ I get fly on a b*t*h n***a
Cold devil walk on ice and this sh*t sickle
Ima hand the mic back I just rep n***as

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