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Lyrics from Snippets Ayy, KBeaZy, you fye'd up Umm, ride around with that Nina like cash out (Yeah) And on my wrist is a glasshouse (Yeah) Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (Yeah) Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (Yeah) So b*t*h I'ma black out (Yeah) Ayy Herb, should I get that new Ferrari or not? Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt) They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?) Like f**k is you Roscoe Dash now? (Yeah) And the label is mad we taking the money from them f**k is you named Dame Dash now? (Prolly) I don't even got my license, but f**k it, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah) quarter, but my shorty horny, I walk in the room with her ass out (Come on) AP [?] dirty ass out But sh*t like five a bag, I'll pass out I take a look at 'em, I laugh out Stuff I ain't even bring none of the Raf out I ain't ever f**k no junkie (No), but I got some top in the crack house (Oh) She goin' so long I tapped out That lil' thing not blacked-out And I'm in [?] right now But it ain't nothin' but a [?] now We just got a thing [?], get zapped out b*t*h I'm [?] out Six-flag trunks all blacked-out We in it to win, we spinning the ben, my n***a is in it to act out Jumped in, I couldn't swim, but I grew a fin, now I [?] a f**k n***a back out I'm so [?] he probably bring some act out (ayy,ayy) Umm, ride around with that Nina like cash out (Yeah) And on my wrist is a glasshouse (Yeah) Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (Yeah) Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (Yeah) So b*t*h I'ma black out (Yeah) Ayy Herb, should I get that new Ferrari or not? Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt) They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?) Like f**k is you Roscoe Dash now? (Yeah) And the label is mad we taking the money from them f**k is you named Dame Dash now? (Prolly) I don't even got my license, but f**k it, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah) quarter, but my shorty horny, I walk in the room with her ass out (Come on) ...Grab me a couple of plaques (Yeah) Coming up with the MAC, it's a gun sound (Hey) You sittin' on my wrist, it's a bust-down (Hey) Put the .30 in the clips, take the ops to the face Put this rifle to your head, they'll be coming your way big on the day Ayy, I got the troops (Stay) my belly, I already ate Ayy, [?] sealed your fate, make a n***a relocate Ayy, put the .45 to his face n***a, everything he said a-okay Ayy, n***as get scared when you up them sticks Them headstands get Schwifty like Rick Yeah, I'm with the love of my life right now Back in the day probably bust on your b*t*h Umm, ride around with that Nina like cash out (Yeah) And on my wrist is a glasshouse (Yeah) Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (Yeah) Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (Yeah) So b*t*h I'ma black out (Yeah) Ayy Herb, should I get that new Ferrari or not? Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt) They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?) Like f**k is you Roscoe Dash now? (Yeah) And the label is mad we taking the money from them f**k is you named Dame Dash now? (Prolly) I don't even got my license, but f**k it, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah) quarter, but my shorty horny, I walk in the room with her ass out (Come on)
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