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(Tino Szn)
Huh

Snap on this b*t*h off the dome, off the head (Woo)
You was on perks, I was gone off the red (Ahh)
n***as tryna copy, wanna bite what I'm sayin' (Ahh)
Countin hella racks see me gettin' to the bread (Ooh)

I done hit 200k for my total, I'm lit, so I can't really work with no local
Then I bossed up on my haters, the same ones that told me I needed to work on my vocals
Please do not talk to me, b*t*h I'm not social
I really might takeover, I'm thinking global
Hold up
Hold up, catch a point like focal
Hold up, Brodie got the pack like postal
b*t*hes outta state wanna freak me (Yuh)
'Cause Tino on a motherf**kin' three-peat (Facts)
Gettin' cheesе, like my name, CiCi (Yuh)
b*t*h, I'm in a space coupе, used to swerve the PT (Skkrt-skkrt)
Brand new Richard Mille on my wrist, can't see me
I done put some Fendi on a b*t*h, that Riri
Hold up
Sippin' that wock i be gone
I did this sh*t on my own

I can't feel my face
Never ever let a b*t*h in my place
And my money old, I call it Myspace
So you n***as need to give me my space
Bossed up on a b*t*h, holding me back, now im in a CLA
They said I be workin' too much
Gotta get the chips like Frito Lay

He drive in that whip, don't get caught like a Kennedy (Huh)
And I know a n***a with a couple of felonies (Yuh)
n***as d**k ridin' like they into pregnancy (Uh, uh, uh)
Ballin' so hard I'm off the 2k legacy (Uh, uh, uh)
Right next to Jordan, shootin' with the .23
Tellin' that b*t*h to bend over
With the white Forgis and big body Rovers (Yeah!)
You takin' my b*t*h, well she a leftover (Aye!)
Weird ass n***as f**kin' b*t*hes not sober (Haha)
I like my b*t*hes forty or older (Yea)
b*t*h stop playin' it's not game over (Uh-huh)
d**k so long, tell that b*t*h, "Get lower"
Blunt so big, look like a flamethrower (Nah)
My hand on her neck look like a choker
Pull up with a chopper, cut 'em off like a mower (Ah, ah, ah)
You said that's your b*t*h, well I know her

I can't feel my face
Never ever let a b*t*h in my place
And my money old, I call it Myspace
So you n***as need to give me my space
Bossed up on a b*t*h, holding me back now im in a CLA
They said I be workin' too much
Gotta get the chips like Frito Lay

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