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Fuck the stats, I be beatin' the odds
Hittin’ the blunt, it be makin' me calm
Rock the turban just like I'm Saddam
I’ma blow up just like I'm a bomb
I'ma leave a lil' nigga embalmed
I'ma put her in Christian Dior
Eat a shroom, I'ma pop me a four
She gon' sweep up them racks on the floor (Yeah)
Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah)
Like Iran we gon' go straight to war (Yeah)
Got the Tesla, this bitch got some torque (Yeah)
I just caught me a juug at the state fair
I just sent me a bag next day air
Need a bad ho, know I’m on the way there
She need dick, hold on, I’m on the way there (Yeah)
I got ice like a rink, I can skate there

Drop them bands and my dawg, he gon' off ’em
Got a hand like Gervonta, the boxer
I'm not Polish, but she want my sausage
Got the drip, I got several sauces
Aggravated, the chopper assault 'em
Shoot these niggas like pumpkins and carve 'em
I got numbers, you know I be cardin’
I got bitches, you know I got Barbies
Man, these niggas be pussy, they'd rather hate
Gotta drop me some songs, I can't go on dates
I get freaky with info, I stay out late
I'ma drink so much Casein and drop a tape
I'ma press me a button, then drop the top
Nigga play with the gang, we gon' crop his top
Had juice up the Dodge, that shit in the shop
Heard they wanted some smoke, so we spin his block
I know Arabs like Gazi who give me funding
I got white collars sluts and they give me fun and
I know KGB people, I'm cool with Russians
I can't help it, she know that I love the 'tussin
I can't help it, she know that I love to fuck her
Burnin' mamas and plus I be burnin' Gushers
I got shops I don't wanna block, Andre Drummond
She be leakin' just like a pipe, steady cummin'
Need a hat on your head, nigga, steady cappin'
Want the whole thing, I do not want just a fraction
Want your body 'cause that shit there real attractive
Want your face 'cause that shit there is real attractive
Once you sign to my name, it ain't no redactin'
I'ma send out them shooters, they gon' get active
I'ma send out them shooters, they get to whackin'
I ain't doin' no talkin', no paragraphin'
I ain't shakin' no hands, I ain't tryna dap you
With the butt of this pistol, might have to slap you
Got a ass on the back, I might have to slap it
From the jungle, so I use guerrilla tactics
I done blew up this year and I'm still cardin'
That pack won an award so I'm overchargin'
Got a M in the bank, I still ride Charger
Got a M in the bank but I'm goin' harder

Fuck the stats, I be beatin' the odds
Hittin' the blunt, it be makin' me calm
Rock the turban just like I'm Saddam
I'ma blow up just like I'm a bomb
I'ma leave a lil' nigga embalmed
I'ma put her in Christian Dior
Eat a shroom, I'ma pop me a four
She gon' sweep up them racks on the floor (Yeah)
Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah)
Like Iran we gon' go straight to war (Yeah)
Got the Tesla, this bitch got some torque (Yeah)
I just caught me a juug at the state fair
I just sent me a bag next day air
Need a bad ho, know I'm on the way there
She need dick, hold on, I'm on the way there
I got ice like a rink, I can skate there

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