Better tell that lil’ p#ss# boy he outta luck [Luck
On that gas, b#tch, I don’t give a f—
Yeah, if he pressin’, we gon’ take it up
And we stay with them racks when we walk in the club
I got b#tches on b#tches, they fallin’ in love
Put the gang on the map, ’cause we came out the mud
She see that we good, now that lil’ b#tch, she choosin’
I’m off the Xan’, lil’ b#tch, yeah, we be boofin’
You sayin’ that you love me, b#tch, you think I’m stupid?
Boy, you better pipe down, ’cause all my n#gg#s shootin’
Boy, you better stop talkin’, ’cause my n#gg#s ruthless
Ha, b#tch, I keep a glick
I’m movin’ ’round, your #ss finna get hit [Pff
On the Oxy’, she finna get sick
Pipin’ that b#tch, Audemar set on my wrist, huh
On the gang, You gon’ slide with your b#tch, huh
If he talkin’ down, yeah we gon’ blick, yeah
Why that p#ss# boy choke on the gas?
It was rough till the Xanny got here
I got Cartier all on my wrist
I got Cartier all on my gang
Catch him lackin’, we bustin’ his brains
Catch him lackin’, we takin’ his b#tch
All of a sudden, she givin’ us brain
[All of a sudden, she givin’ us brain
[On the rocks, yeah that sh#t got me stained
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