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Got the drop, f#ck that, walk them down yeah
I don’t think lil woadie want to talk now
f#ck the opps, pigs turn bacon in this b#tch yeah
Pill bottle scratching off the label on this b#tch yeah
Slow your roll i told baby don’t bother me right now
Lil butterface look way better with the lights down
f#ck around pull out put the kids on her tummy
I ain’t got no feelings for that b#tch i hit her on top the covers
f#ck the jail, got to move quiet cause these p#ssies trying to tell
How you say it’s exotic but it ain’t got a smell
Opps trying to stain but them n#gg#s finna fail
I was on the plane had to send them through the mail
Bust down or plain i don’t even really care
I don’t want that twang i can do it by mysеlf
n#gg#s chasing fame he gone sеll his soul his self
All that sh#t lame they gone put you on the shelf
Still was putting it on back when we was in the dell
Back when we was at school waiting on the bell
f#ck it clear the business
Shawty booty tough cause she all into fitness
In the mirror adding blush told me she was almost finished
b#tch i’m in a rush pack touched i don’t want miss it
Twin just poured a four, syrup, f#ck they got me sipping?
And then i told that hoe swerve, i ain’t got no interest
Hit me for them bows, serve, n#gg#s in my city
Hemi for the motor i’m minding my business
Demon or a hellcat f#ck around got to switch them
Swag got the jag i told twin to come and get me
Riding with a bag cause i’m on my way to spend it
Tapped in with a bad b#tch 4l i don’t miss her
I keep it 100 b#tch gone still want go the distance
Cash what you be doing about them birds?
Flip them pigeons got damn yeah
On block know the gang took the pipes out
Your car slow only thing he did was take the pipes out
Real vs baby bet you see them with the lights out
Whole house smell like bows hit it with the pinesol
Hoe why you got your clothes on go take your clothes off
Bro them ain’t gone let you go nowhere they knock the doors off
She want go to sickworld okay bae just don’t talk
She was trying to shake her whole #ss for the roll call
Bae go hit that gym your stomach big you need to tone down
He with all that tough sh#t ’til we catch him alone huh
Oh god, here we go again i’m the monster
And i accidentally hit some of her friends guess i’m toxic
She was in my head trying to talk about some nonsense
I was trying to tell that b#tch i’m worried about a profit
Walk up in the ph#rm#cy and ask them where the wocky?
If it wasn’t for the f on me i probably could have been a doctor
If these f#ck n#gg#s wasn’t p#ss# i probably wouldn’t even need a rocket
If these p#ss# n#gg#s threw hands we could just blend something then drop it
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