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Uh, uh
Uh, uh
It's Rich Youngin, b*t*h
Coach 41, n***a (Hollo)
Stupid ass n***a (Ayy, Hollo, turn me up), f**k, ha, uh

She wan' see how I live, so I'ma show her
b*t*h, I got the bag like I'm a grower
The clip extended, you know it's showin'
I just popped some Perkys, you know I'm rollin' (I'm rollin')
Mix your bro with exotic, he keep me goin' (Keep me goin')
Big Glock on my hip while I perform (Boom)
My n***as slide on your strip with them heaters on (Come here)
Stunna on fire, somebody ring the alarm (Uh)

Hot, b*t*h, I'm on fire
I'ma run this sh*t all the way up 'til I die (Cash)
Play with me, he better not try to (Uh)
Or you came to get hit with that fire (Yeah)
We deep like 300, Spartan (Yeah)
Spark sh*t like the Fourth of July, uh
Young n***a came from the apartment (On gang)
I was broke, but still had the glick on my side (I swear)
A n***a keep slippin', get hit on my side
Try to spin on my side and we flippin' the ride, uh (No cap)
He say he bustin', he lyin', he high
He a b*t*h, ain't never slung iron (What the f**k?)
I won't open my mouth, I'ma open fire (Boom)
Want smoke with us, commit suicide (b*t*h)
Put d**k down her throat, tell her, "Open wide" (Uh)
She a eater, the ho tryna chew the guys
I bang red, but I'm blue inside
Why you say that? Uh, my heart cold (Ice)
I'm 'bout my chicken like Roscoe's (f**k)
Pressure on, they be tuckin' they taco (Where you at?)
Marathon, I ran them racks up (Okay)
I'm f**kin' that b*t*h with my strap and my ice on
Big slime, 4X a python
This n***a touch me and we slidin' all night long (Ha)

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