Yeah, I pop a xan, and I pop your mans
And I pop out on the scene
Look at my neck, look at my wrists, you know my sh#t go bling
I been’ pulling them racks, and spending them with my team
I just pulled up with my junkie b#tch, she snort coke in Celine
I just walked down on a rapper, took his chain ’cause he green
I don’t f#ck with none of these rappers, anyway, ‘whatchu mean?
Tote that AR-15, can’t even fit in my jeans
I gon’ blow up before he gon’ go, pop out on the scene
Say he want smoke, now he got cancer, now that boy can’t breathe
I’m on go, if you wanna fight, I’ll knock out your teeth
f#ck your hoe, she might not do it for you
Yeah, but for me, that b#tch on go
I got a Glock 42 and an AR-15, b#tch I’m gonna blow
You n#gg#s know what it do, these n#gg#s know what’s up
These n#gg#s be hoes
Eat a n#gg# up like fruity loops, beat a n#gg# like FL Studio
Yeah, that’s what I charge for a hook, but I ain’t let no hooks go for the low
And if I tell you, that sh#ts for the low, then Imma’ finesse you
Ain’t no Ken Carson features, by myself, I run that b#tch
By myself I get that money, by myself yeah, I don’t need ya
This a Maybach, not a KIA
Yeah, that’s my swag
Everyday I go on a shopping spree
Everyday
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