Yuh, ay
I-I-I feel like Santana where my guitar?
That boy run up on me, then he stupid, he a retard
Lil banana clip, monkey bullets in this AR (Yeah!)
b#tch I can’t feel sh#t, f#cked around and popped like eight bars
Ever since a jit i make that paper, ran up five bands
Just the other day, my lil homie popped like five xans
I just mixed a Oxycodone with a f#ckin’ Vivanse
I just heard you lost yo b#tch, I’ma take her, bro it’s my chance
Shady kid when I walk past the whip they had to lock the coupe
Walk in with a ski, six deep b#tch I’m robbin’ you!
Pull up turn his #ss into a smoothie, call that Jamba Juice
Grab my tummy turner, that’s my burner, sеnd a shot at you
Di-Di-Diamonds on my neck, they all flooded I got VVS
This b#tch said shе wanna suck my dick she ain’t even meet me yet
She just heard my voice, and my hits, she don’t need the rest
Got a drum up on a draco let it rattle, you might need a vest
Ay, aim it at your face catch a body with a headshot
Red Splatters on the pavement look like franks red hot
I just hit my twizzy, told him “Pull up in that drop top”
Hop inside the coupe, close the roof, issa hotbox
I just pulled up with a mac, let it do the cha-cha
I just hit up cheddar, that boy pulled up with the pop rocks
b#tch I’m rockin’ diamonds in my ears like some Airpods
Ran my pockets up, now I’m ballin’ like the Red Sox
I-I-I feel like santana where my guitar?
That boy run up on me then he stupid, he a retard
Lil banana clip, monkey bullets in this AR (Yeah!)
b#tch i can’t feel sh#t, f#cked around and popped like 8 bars
Yuh, ever since a jit i make that paper, ran up 5 bands
Just the other day, my lil homie popped like 5 xans
I just mixed a oxycodone with a f#ckin vivanse
I just heard you lost yo b#tch, Ima take her bro it’s my chance
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