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(Fingerz, you a fool for this one)
I mean like
Fingers, why you do that man
You always doing something, man
Why— ah

Got Fingerz on the beat, I'm finna go crazy
I just hit a b*t*h like fifty-six, that's my old lady
She tryna suck my d**k from the back, I'm like, "No, baby"
Man, this b*t*h just squirted everywhere, I'm like, "Woah, baby"
I'm lookin' for a bad freaky b*t*h with the toe painting
Bad b*t*h walkin' in some heels, ain't got no laces
I just beat this lil' b*t*h down, she had gold braces
Pu**y so good, I couldn't stop, I'm a whole date
I just met a b*t*h that's twenty-one, she got four babies
Stuffed twenty 'bows in the basement, got the whole— damn
Sh*t, got the 'bows stankin'
Onе thousand old hundreds, Bens with the bold facеs
Police couldn't find no evidence, we gon' cold case it
I just made a hundred racks in blues, not the old faces
I just took some ice out the freezer, it's a froze bracelet
B*t*h sniffin' coke all day, got her nose stankin'
Auntie quit f**kin' with the dog, she gon' cocaine it
Finna blow a n***a house up, I'ma propane it
Finna draw a picture like Pica**o, I'ma pro paint it
Drop the vacuum sealer, but the 'bows stankin'
Woah, Jaylein
I'm finna cool the summer down like a cold blanket
I just touched a b*t*h heart, we gon' soulmate
B*t*h ain't wash her feet off— ah
Got her toes stankin'
Sh*t, that's a damn shame
I just threw paint on my old-school, look like champagne
Hundred rounds on my AR, ain't gotta damn aim
Within the first night, I beat the campaign
N***a only shoot his— damn
N***a only shoot his gun when he at the damn range
I just hit dog from far away, I got damn range
Not a walker for an old person, but I sell 'caine
I just popped a n***a in all white, ain't got a damn stain
I would never stop sh*t talkin' 'cause the fans change
I just fell in love with Mary, don't tell Jane
I just got caught with my side b*t*h, don't tell main
F**k, that's a damn shame
B*t*h, if I don't speak to you first, don't say a thing
Ayy, Mike, hey
Who the f**k gave dog a firearm? He just dropped his flame
Hey, Jay, f**k
Who the f**k gave dog a damn chain?
You can't talk around dog, he gon' tell things
I be f**kin' with the EDD, we got twelve names
I'm a rapper, but I look like I sell 'caine
I just dropped thirteen shots, then 12 came
Okay the W popped up before the L came
I used the ho to catch somebody, that's jailbait
How the f**k you get a manicure, but your nails stank?
Ask how much lean I drunk today, about twelve eights
Sh*t, okay, the b*t*h a** real, but her hair fake
Should I break the bag all the way down or sell weight? (We don't smoke the same)

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