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Say, JT (Ayy)
I said I'm on my young n***a sh*t with this one, you feel me (Ayy)
And I got the streets too, you know? (Ayy)
I got it, I got it (Blame it on Monstah)
I got, I got, I got it, I got it, I got it

Hey, hey, I got your b*t*h in a headlock
f**ked on that b*t*h, then I sped off
Hit the gas, lookin' for red dots (Headlock)
Kickin' big sh*t 'til my legs lock
What the f**k, n***a? Them fed cars
.223 knock a b*t*h head off (Headlock)
Young n***as 'round me roguish (Roguish)
You ain't gotta ask, I'm totin' (Totin')
Big four-five, I'm focused (Headlock)
I'll bust a n***a head open (Open)
Killers on side, they scopin' (Scopin')
And I'll put the play in motion (Headlock)

Hey, hey, you bumpin', I hope that you 'bout it, n***a ('Bout it, n***a)
Got all of my lil' n***as ridin', n***a (Ridin', n***a)
And your sh*t, they gon' make you come out it, n***a (Headlock)
Got Uzis and choppers, n***a (Choppers, n***a)
You cuffin' that b*t*h and she garbage, n***a (Garbage, n***a)
I shoot her a text, she come swallow, n***a (Headlock)
We ain't worried 'bout him
We ain't worried 'bout sh*t (Nah)
He so tender d**k
I could send a play his way (Why?)
'Cause he still worried 'bout a b*t*h (Who?)
These n***as say they gangster (Who?)
Talkin' rah-rah, but he ain't really murkin' sh*t (Huh)
He ain't really hurtin' sh*t (Huh)
In the car with him, you gotta be careful, lil' b*t*h
'Cause it's gon' get hit
He'll be the first one to snitch (Ooh)
He'll be the first one to snitch
The first one to b*t*h
He'll be the first one to trip
Oh, sh*t, damn, look at this, mmh
What happened to that tough time?
n***as just bumpin', that's bluff time
I swear my lil' n***as c*ck iron
Fifty n***as with me, got a bunch more comin'

Ayy
I pour up the purple potion, ayy
I made lil' mama get an abortion, ayy
The coupe is all white like it's lotion (Headlock), uh, ayy
You talkin' like hoes and they notice
AK, it can stop all your motion
I put somethin' on your head like Yoshi (Headlock)
I bought the Patek at Saks
Ask the b*t*h where her hip and it's snatched (Woo)
That lil' b*t*h comin' back like I'm crack (Woo)
I had told that b*t*h Gucci my slacks (Slatt)
I had Gottis that shot in back (Slatt)
Paid the cops to cover my tracks (Psych)
Get the mop, too big for the spatula (The mop)
She had came on my d**k, then I spread it
Can't go back and go forth 'bout, it's regular (Yeah)
Get them pounds out the bags and we bag it up (Yeah)
I had put twenty-sevens on a dive-in truck (Woo)
Then I told the lil' b*t*h get her Caddy up (Skrrt)
Through the Carti' scope, I see they mad at us (Hah)
Yeah, I see they mad at us (Yeah)
Whip the black 'Ventador and it's matted up (Skrrt)
Got a baddie and she ain't American (Yeah)
Pay the shopping bill, I'm in America

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