(Yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Whoa
Whoa, whoa
Know you love that b#tch, yeah
Know you trust that b#tch, yeah
Know you love that b#tch, yeah
n#gg#, I just f#cked that b#tch, yeah
Aw, baby, I’m the sh#t, why you playin’?
Rolex on my wrist so sick, got it plain
Rolex on my wrist cost a arm and a leg
Foreign car outside cost a arm and a leg
n#gg#, f#ck that sh#t, young n#gg# got hundreds (b#tch, yeah, yeah)
n#gg#, f#ck that sh#t, young n#gg# got hundreds (yeah, yeah, b#tch)
b#tch got lots of swag, hold up (yeah, yeah)
We be poppin’ them tags (yeah)
We be playin’ with racks (bitty)
I be playin’ with bags (bags)
Shawty geeked up (geeked up, hold up)
Did it for the slimes (yeah, yeah)
Me and my partner gon’ ride (slatt, hold up)
Me and my partner got, yeah
Me and my partner got 9s (hold up)
Love that n#gg# from the 9 (love that)
I’ma put a b#tch in line (love that)
I’ma f#ck this b#tch two times (29)
Try that for that cash
Know you love that b#tch, yeah
Know you trust that b#tch, yeah
Know you love that b#tch, yeah
n#gg#, I just f#cked that b#tch, yeah
Aw, baby, I’m the sh#t, why you playin’?
Rolex on my wrist so sick, got it plain
Rolex on my wrist cost a arm and a leg
Foreign car outside cost a arm and a leg
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