Imma, pop some pills
I be get my kills
Ain’t tryna chill
Counting all this bill
Imma shooting my shot like an ultraman zero
Getting this b#tch i be count my dinero
Pull up to the block
Imma pull up wit a Glock
b#tch want my c#ck
I say good luck
Said pistol totin’ uh
Pistol whippin’ uh
Pistol shootin’ and
Pistol killin’ uh
Ay, look at my fit, okay
Damn, look at my sh#t, okay
All my real homies they callin’ me ashtray
And b#tches they want me, we f#cked inna subway
Look, it was just my fantasy
I need freedom, and i need ecstasy
b#tch drop it now she being sassy
b#tch stop it, i wanna take it easy
I told em my b#tches i’m sippin’ some lean
b#tches be hatin’, so i pop a bean
She wanna lean, but b#tches be mean
She hit a lick, but my sh#t can’t be clean
I told em my b#tches i’m sippin’ some lean
b#tches be hatin’, so i pop a bean
She wanna lean, but b#tches be mean
She hit a lick, but my sh#t can’t be clean
Yuhh
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