I grab on her stomach ’cause she got no t#tt#es
And I’m up in the tilly, yeah, we did the jiggy
And I’m getting these racks and I sit on my #ss
Yeah, he shot first and I slide with the kickback
That n#gg# talk down, he get hit with the jetlag
No, I’m not a Playboi, but I’m gettin’ big Mac
And I slide with a Mac, and I slide with a choppa
And that boy talkin’ crazy, I shoot him with Tecca
I f#ck on his b#tch and I f#ck on his mama
And I got the dreads, she callin’ me papa
And he don’t got a Mac and he don’t got a beam
And I’m rockin’ these shoes and I’m rockin’ these jeans
And she want my dick, but she wanna go throw up
And I’m in the back and I’m chillin’ with no f#cks
And I grab on her stomach ’cause shе got no t#tt#es
And I’m up in the tilly, yeah, wе did the jiggy
And I’m getting these racks and I sit on my #ss
And I’m not talkin’ sh#t, that boy is an outcast
Yeah, and that boy talkin’ sh#t ’cause I hit from the back
But that hoe is a baddie, I f#ck her from the back
And that 556 make a n#gg# go twerk
Man, I don’t give a f#ck, b#tch, gimme that work, uh
And a n#gg# talk down, he got hit with a stick
f#ckin’ that baddie, that boy is a prick
I don’t give a f#ck, b#tch, slide on my di-
Yeah, he shot first and I slide with the kickback
That n#gg# talk down, he get hit with the jetlag
No, I’m not a Playboi, but I’m gettin’ big Mac
And I slide with a Mac, and I slide with a choppa
And that boy talkin’ crazy, I shoot him with Tecca
I f#ck on his b#tch and I f#ck on his mama
And I got the dreads, she callin’ me papa
And he don’t got a Mac and he don’t got a beam
And I’m rockin’ these shoes and I’m rockin’ these jeans
And she want my dick, but she wanna go throw up
And I’m in the back and I’m chillin’ with no f#cks
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