TP, don’t trip
I feel better with tan on my hip
Outside with a whole lotta rips
It ain’t sh#t to make it lit
[?] 50 on a wrist
[?] gon’ get the assist
Get the drop, bend the strip
And my ooter [?]
And my ooter throw like 6 or like 7
If we catch a opp by the 7-Eleven
Put him on Channel 11, like
Hope I make it up to heaven
[?] or the Revel
How I’ma make it up to heaven?
When I be worshippin’ extensions
Free the ooter [?]
He was on court like Memphis
We goin’ up, ascension
Mask on, I don’t want no attention
Pour a four [?] ventin’
Foreign baddie body got me breathless, look
But I can’t stress it
‘Cause another n#gg# prolly flexin’, huh
Big bag on me, Hefty
Mr. TP Luccy Lefty, like
44 kick, jelly
Dare a n#gg# try to test me
Baddie wit’ me, sexy
Bend you block while I’m totin’ on Lexi
In the hood, tryna make it out
I’ma top prospect, they tryna get me
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