Pills in my pocket, finna go to work
[?] rack, chillin’ like I’m Lil’ Durk
Then I hit Atlanta with my best friend
Back to L.A. when the summer end
f#ck yo set, I’m going in
“Shawty, sip lean?” It’s my only friend
You n***a’s don’t know nothing ’bout a Louis case
“Don’t cause a scene”, oh, I’m finna catch a case
Bye b#tch, you ain’t got no guap b#tch
Turnin’ chicks up on me, like you really need to stop, b#tch
I’m on top, b#tch, teach you how to W.O.P., b#tch
Tip slide off, so you know its finna pop, b#tch
Lady murder team, Campanella Park
I’m a hoodrat, stealin’ thugs hearts
Traphouse sex on the [?]
My money grow, rogaine
I’m from Bompton, Cali, where it’s always summer
[?] drugs for a no hummer
You b#tches need to sit down, take a number
You ain’t got none? You b#tches bum
You ain’t got nonе? You b#tches bum
You ain’t got none? You b#tches bum
You ain’t got nonе? You b#tches bum
You ain’t got none? You b#tches bum
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