Doo, doo
Nine hunnid, hunnid thousand
Damn, that surreal right there?
That surreal on the track?
Ayy, ayy I don’t know what you talkin
Keep my lingo hot I’m walkin’
On my dogs, keep it barkin’
Know I’m saucin’, trappin’ up in Boston
Bringing back the
Ain’t no flossin, masked up in Boston, hard on a hoe
Gettin’ more section 4, they know hunnid dollas loc’
Um, get yo broke
Um, get yo dope
Um, get yo fo’ I keep her low
Can I brag by the low? [By the low?
Get your b#tch, and I bunk her, but I came from the under
Servin to yo peoples, they know I got them needles
, wocked up my two liters
Can you trust? I don’t trust a soul, all them boys is sus
They won’t bust, I pull em four, none of ’em is cut
I say touch, big touch touch straight drop
I take a bih on the ebb, I’m servin’
Old stove, new hoe
Old pot, new bole
It’s the culinary, all this mathematicians
Makin’ it goop, for the loot, real magicians
Old stove, new hoe
Old pot, new bole
It’s the culinary, all this mathematicians
Makin’ it goop, for the loot, real magicians
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