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Fuck, fuck, that was y'all, that was y'all

I did it, boy, I don't even think she can't relax

Uh, uh, now these bitches think I'm charmer, I got real racks

Uh, now he not a demon, he clip for me, he clip for me

And that little boy don't get off his weed, that little boy sit on him

And we know she gon' fuck on the gang, 'cause we got big money

Uh, uh, I drive the whip, get out my lane, he got some kick on him

Even if I pop out with my gang, I got my stick on him

I can pop out drinking anything, I put my twist on him

And you ain't got no money, you bit corny, you bit corny

He got racks, he still laying, that nigga been corny

But they got me drunk, but I can't hang, I done that, fell over

Told her we can do it, count five, brain marshmallows

I prefer the weed, I get hot, it gets mellow

Fine, she introduced me to her gang, I'm like, "Hello"

Uh, uh, you can look inside my cup and see the drugs in it

And I slide through, race car, this is not no Bentley

I was gon' push up, but she stayed far, she on another planet

Nigga copy drugs, space bar, they don't even try to switch it

Nigga truck, die, with his clothes, nigga futuristic

Nigga probably sold 30 balls, still ain't made no money

Nigga do anything for these hos, they don't need that my money

I told my whip, it too loud when it's fucking rain

They wanna book me for that crowd, I get it fucking jammed

I pop out, I got my little power, you know I ain't going for nothing

In that trick you know this shit get wild, so nigga duck they money

For 2025, this shit get crazy, nigga ain't doing no Tesla

That nigga think he showing me, so I been doing that, I been doing that

Long way from my home 'cause LAZER been touring, I been touring

To my shit going but she been going, she been going

Cap it to yourself, I been knowing, bitch, I been knowing

Uh, it's a lion in my whip, my shit been wrong

I just shot my shot, five-six, and I been scoring

My love 5'6", a size six and no new joint

I just popped them prize picks for the make a little boring

I already know that bitch before the game, see how she move on

I'm getting blotted by my chain, no flag like shit

Shoulder fold the pieces on my neck, now the lights fit

Nigga capping like he got strikes, but wanna type shit

I ain't spend no racks for real, I spent some light shit

Find out his hoes going, he wanna fight quick

I can hear him capping down the road, fake pipe shit

I just hit the hook, the back went down, and the front lift

I just post a pit, I be like, fuck a couch, yeah

I run out my racks, life done changed with that rap shit

Fuck, fuck

Have a time, have a time

Fuck, fuck, fuck