50 round, weird mag
Make him disappear, yeah
Louis V, weird bags
I don’t even love these hoes, these b#tches be weird man
b#tch I got too many sticks, I’m a very feared man
50 round, weird mag
Make him disappear, yeah
Louis V, weird bags
I don’t even love these hoes, these b#tches be weird man
b#tch I got too many sticks, I’m a very feared man
Yeah, a f#ck n#gg# gon’ cough it up
Thesе b#tches gon’ talk it up
Telemarkеt us
Yeah, 50 racks, designer jeans, b#tch on me
No campfire, keep that stick on me
The OG door kicked on me
I got Amiri on, I’m not talkin’ ’bout Rich
Choppa on switch, gon’ blow you a kiss
I made a 100 just copped me some Rick
No number 2 but I’m back on my sh#t
They be like Jaydes why you gotta flex like this
I said Twizzy, shut up
Ha, b#tch I’m on my come up
Just like Fall, I don’t want a coat
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