Ayy, ayy, damn
b#tch I blast off like a rocket—n#gg# talkin’ I told that boy stop it
Smokin that gas man this sh#t is exotic
My choppa stay singing that b#tch get melodic
Boy talkin’ dumb he get dropped like a pick up
You swear you get pape but that sh#t hella sh#t huh
I ride with my team and the beam, better get up
I slide with the AK-47, yeah we hit licks bruh
I be getting to the motherf#ckin’ money hella quick
I ain’t f#ckin’ with you n#gg#s y’all be suckin’ on my dick
Yeah I’m chilling in the trap I’m tryna get a couple flicks
And b#tch I’m chilling with my n#gg#s yeah we finna hit a lick
b#tch I’m hella wavy do not need a durag
I step in the club and the b#tches like “Who that?”
b#tch I been the main and these n#gg#s can’t do that
She carry my balls like a muhf#ckin’ fullback
You saying that you better than me n#gg# its enough of that
Spin around his block a couple times we finna run it back
b#tch on my balls steady juggle like a running back
That sh#t be all up on you n#gg# show it, you ain’t bustin’ back
f#ck it
You n#gg#s be soft, I ain’t talkin’ dysfunction
That n#gg# talk stupid on gang so we bussin’
He running, we gon’ get to hummin’ , we slide couple times with the K, I ain’t talkin’ bout no kluxn
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