Like christmas
I’m so gifted
Hop out the whip with a big stick
Hop out the coupe and I rip sh#t
Big {?}
I {?} that b#tch clifford
If he doin {?}
I leave him wet like flippers
f#ckin these b#tches I’m stackin the digits
{?} my n#gg#s they get it
{?} my n#gg#s they winnin
I’m flexin the {?}
I spin on his block just like a dj
Pull up with a Glock he runnin like relay
b#tch I’m with the gang they talkin bout {?}
These n#gg#s be actin these n#gg#s be broadway
The bullets they eat him like caffe
We sendin them shots we aim for his two facе
I’m sippin the {?} like Bobby Bushae
I’m goin up likе a club on a tuesday
Bullets leave him see through like {?}
He flop like a fish then he get folated
Then he take flight then he get delayed
{?} his money like boy you late
Pull up with the K I spray like Ray
I’m f#ckin that b#tch I nut on her face
Up on the shot like {?}
Yall n#gg#s {?}
The bullets they hot I pull up like what’s up
I {?}
That’s one thot that b#tch {?}
b#tch I’m {?} he gone ball like the bucks
I’m throwin more cash she shakin her butt
You know that I strap b#tch I got it tucked
I make him dance like he do ballet
{?} like valet
Foreign a whip I’m parkin with valet
Hold on hold on
b#tch just give me a minute
You know that I get it I’m stackin the digits n#gg# be soundin like cricket
If that n#gg# snitchin we send his {?}
I leave him missin
Pull up with the strap {?} wrapped like christmas
Like christmas
I’m so gifted
Hop out the whip with a big stick
Hop out the coupe and I rip sh#t
Big {?}
I {?} that b#tch clifford
If he doin {?}
I leave him wet like flippers
She like “Please lazy please stop”
Imma just count up the guap
Imma pull with the Glock and my n#gg#s they shoot at cops
Sippin that lean {?} just sippin that wok
Pull up with the beam and he catchin a shot
{?} I’m takin a shot
She takin backshots
b#tch I’m in the street {?} the crack rock
Pull off in a foreign I don’t need a pit stop
I’m ballin these n#gg#s I’m ballin {?}
I’m runnin from 12 I’m runnin a roof top
He wet me up he must be playin
I only felt a rain drop
{?} like I’m workin a sweatshop
Bullets go through his chest like a coughdrop
b#tch {?} like I’m in a desktop
Bullets through his head I make him drop his top
Shawty gone drop her top
Then imma drop this guap
{?} give me top
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