Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
One, two, thots in my room
Three, four, kick down your door
Five, six, reload the stick
Seven-eight, when I stand on my money
Nine, ten, I cannot wait
Nine, ten (Ten)
Nine, ten, nine, ten
Ten, eleven, f#ck twelve (Eleven)
I’m cold (Eleven), I’m good (Eleven, eleven)
Robbin’ (Eleven, eleven) his chain, his shoes (Eleven, eleven)
She said I’m way too rude (Eleven, eleven, eleven)
My gang ain’t afraid to shoot (Blatt)
She use no hands
.45 make him dance
Hit on a jug on they bands
My mouth dry off a Xan
I just be makin’ this money, I fell in love with it, I can’t even understand
Hop in that big body truck but no wonder, no wonder you done lost a motherf#ckin’ Lamb’
Waitin’ for you to realize (Yeah)
I put a price in the air, boy
You catchin’ nothing but lames (Woah)
Hand on my heat like a cowboy, {?} shot through your brains
I spin the block with a convoy, we don’t be f#ckin’ with vans
I’ma make you c#m, baby, I know you want that
You been gettin’ in my head lately, you need to stop that
She give me brain, oh, yeah
Real, real nasty, oh, yeah
I piped her but got cold sweats
That Draco spray until they all dead
Nine, ten, nine, ten
Ten, eleven, f#ck twelve (Eleven)
I’m cold (Eleven), I’m good (Eleven, eleven)
Robbin’ (Eleven, eleven) his chain, his shoes (Eleven, eleven)
She said I’m way too rude (Eleven, eleven, eleven)
My gang ain’t afraid to shoot
Eleven, eleven, eleven, eleven
Eleven, eleven, eleven, eleven
Eleven, eleven, eleven, eleven
Eleven, eleven, eleven, eleven (Eleven)
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