I got all these b#tches and they be from all the states
Your boys relate
Talking like kids in the cage
You was my main
Seattle got that needle
Tweedle dee tweedle dum we the new beetles
Call me Pablo Escobar
I be ridin in my car
We gon go very far
While we spittin all these bars
12 on our #ss they ain’t never gon last
New York LA none of them know how to pass
Dripped out dior I don’t know what it’s for
Four price tags on me lookin like a bore
Glock on my hip but I empty out the clip
Gotta savе my wh#re but she lookin like a four
Savе her in the nightmare call me man of her dreams
She be f#cked up from sipping that lean
We shop drip supreme [where the prada
Breath fresh like the sea
All these hoes f#ck on me
Never singing right key
Gotta charge a fat fee
She scream like Mia Khalifa
I can’t even keep her
Homies smokin all this reefer
Mo bamba I’m that sleeper
I was the one that save her
I give her all my paper
Shawty sharp like a razor
Homies finna hate her
Two lives two trips no mix
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