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12hunna on the beat
DJ Flippp, m-make the money flip!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm sliding round' in a Lamborghini
I ain't never have a b*t*h leave me
I just poured a 4, yeah, a n***a leanin'
n***as acting like the police
n***as gangbang and got no heat
n***a keep tripping, imma put the Glock to his chin like a goatee

Catch a opp [?] just like some gold teeth
Smoking gas out the whole P
Sipping vanilla cream with the codeine
Sipping codeine out the styro
Making money even with my eyes closed
700, that's a big load
Plug a weirdo, look like Cisco
And I'm popping, no Crisco
Smoking cookiе, no Nabisco
Slam a n***a like the Big Show
f**k 12, I ain't telling info

If you keep running your mouth, I'ma comе to your house
Scoot up on your block and put guns in your mouth
If the b*t*h don't pay, she ain't coming around
Lil n***a want grease, lil n***a wasn't brackin'
7500 dollars on my jacket
I got 500 pounds just chilling in my attic
In the trap house still serving addicts
n***a play with this sh*t, then I'm at your head
n***as don't want smoke, these n***as scared
100 pound stacked in the kitchen
Glock on me tucked in the building
Wack a n***a if he in the way
I'm sliding on your block with a K
I just sold a brick in a Tesla
100,000 sitting on my dresser

Wet and I [?] in the shade
Aye, I'm dripping in sauce and I'm hot as a kettle
And I'm [?] a bird, bet you won't touch a feather
On sauce

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