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Yeah
I don't take nobody sh*t 'cause I know what I'm worth
I swear I'm the hardest to walk on this Earth
She slurping the d**k, yeah, it's quenching her thirst
Ride with a b*t*h with a Glock in her purse
She suck on the d**k then I kick that b*t*h out
All in my DM's tryna see what I'm 'bout
They just comment on pics tryna get a 'lil clout
I just picked up a hundred, I'm fresh offa route

Picked up a hundred, I'm fresh offa route, wait
Uh, I'ma c*m in her mouth
Stupid 'lil b*t*h, get the f**k off my couch
Matter of fact, out of my house
Okay, I hop in the Ritz in the back of the back of the back of the back
I just wan' f**k on the b*t*h, she gon' suck on my d**k in the back of the Cad-di-di-llac
I just wan' hop in the muh'f**king whip
Stupid lil' b*t*h, get the f**k off my d**k
I do not f**k with these n***as, they lame
And they [?] riding around at the [?]
This ain't that, that ain't this
I'ma f**k on your b*t*h
Please shut the f**k up when I step in this sh*t
We came with them big guns, this ain't Nerf
Big d**k that you running but this is my turf
Get off my wave, 'lil b*t*h can't surf
I'ma sit back and chill off the blue like Smurf
Got so many racks, finna break the bank
My diamonds is water like it's from a saint
Check out my stats, I'm on top on the rank
You really ain't sippin, can't afford no drank
You's a broke boy, can't hang out
Push up in the whip with them thangs out
If it's 'bout that beef, we 'gon bang it out
Hit that b*t*h from the back and she sang out

I don't take nobody sh*t 'cause I know what I'm worth
I swear I'm the hardest to walk on this Earth
She slurping the d**k, yeah, it's quenching her thirst
Ride with a b*t*h with a Glock in her purse
She suck on the d**k then I kick that b*t*h out
All in my DM's tryna see what I'm 'bout
They just comment on pics tryna get a 'lil clout
I just picked up a hundred, I'm fresh offa route

Fresh offa route, put that fresh d**k in her mouth like a cabin
There's sticks in the house and Brick in the house
And you kinda cute your mans don't let us f**k, we gon' shoot up yo' house
I'm just kitten like a cat
She want me to beat the pu**y black
They call me Billy Ray up in the trap
I don't even rap, I'm a country singer with a strap
Lambo with the horses in the back
They mad that I'm blowing up, I'm finna be the goat
F**k boy you got asthma, don't want smoke
They talk on the internet but don't know
Shout out Santa, n***a walking round with a north pole
How you n***as mad that I want a 'Rari not a Volvo
N***as really mad, so they want to put me in the same boat
N***a, get a bag, what the f**k you n***as on my d**k for
I'm a goat, what the f**k you think these f**king horns for
I don't take nobody sh*t 'cause I know what I'm worth
I swear I'm the hardest to walk on this Earth
She slurping the d**k, yeah, it's quenching her thirst
Ride with a b*t*h with a Glock in her purse
She suck on the d**k then I kick that b*t*h out
All in my DM's tryna see what I'm 'bout
They just comment on pics tryna get a 'lil clout
I just picked up a hundred, I'm fresh offa route

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