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(Priori)

(I'm so jealous fam)

I'm in Chinatown, I'm spending all my money

Yeah, he said too much, I think that he's a dummy

Yeah, she suckin' on my dick just like a dummy

In the studio, yeah, I'm goin' dummy

Yeah, yeah, it's phreshboy' I got the swag

Everyday that I sag, you can see my pants

Yeah, I walk in the room, she pull down my pants

I just wanna fuck, I don't want no romance

Yeah, I'm takings flights right out to France

Yeah, I'm taking flights right out to Berlin

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm changing

I'm drinking wine in the BNB, I'm with Zay'

If you wanna fuck me, then you gotta' pay

If you want a feature, then you gotta' pay

Yeah, yeah, I just wanna run away

Yeah, go and catch a train, need to go away

Yeah, they said they got some K, yeah, I'm on my way

Sissy faggots on my dick, need to go away

Yeah, yeah, Zay' pull up with the K

Yeah, open up my wallet and I got a K

Yeah, they sippin' on that lean, that shit's too cray

Yeah, they know that I'm fly like a Blue Jay

Hella bitches tryna fuck in the backstage

Yeah, I just seen your mom on backpage

You must you're fucking funny, just like Casey Frey

Shoutout NOVAGANG, yeah, shout out Kacie Free

Yeah, we're screaming free cranes till' it's cranes free

Pull up to the show, we're like three deep

Priori mugger, tried to shoot hit him in his knee

Yeah, he's fucking missed cause he's a retar— (Yo, I can't)

Yeah, I'm in the car and I'm speeding super fast

I bounce it up and down, just like a Mother boss

Yeah, it's free cranes, yeah, that's till' I pass

Kicked them off the train 'cause they didn't have a pass

Oh, ksuuvi got a spliff? Yeahs, I need passed

I don't think about that bitch, yeah, that's in the past

We don't think about that bitch, yeah, she in the past

I'm wit' Mack right now and we're smoking gas

I can't pick up the phone, yeah, I'm in the lab

Niggas goin' out bad, go and get a bag

I got ksubis on my ass, so I'm gonna sag

I got Ocho' on my right, I got cranes on my left

Nigga talk on our gang, then it's gonna' be a death

Run down on my nigga, I'ma shoot him in the head

Yeah, yeah, I'ma shoot him in the head

Fuckin' on my bitch, I like her better with no makeup

And I feel like cap 'cause it's the one to get the cake up

I pull up, finna bust, I told her pick her face up

First, I'm in the front, then we goin' out the back door

Niggas, they be chasin', I can't open up that back door

She be givin' head, turn your ass like a laxo

She gave me flow, I can see it in my bitch mouth

I stay in the east, while she was in the damn south

Take a moonwalk when I'm finna' pick a check up

I don't give a fuck 'bout that bitch, so I won't sweat her

Girl, I know you want me, I don't give a shit

All these niggas is my sons, can you babysit?

Uh, all these niggas copy me and I'm sick of it

Youse' a pedophile, fuckin' on that lil bitch

Two poles on me and my niggas, we be toting shit

Ah, Ooh—Ooh, Ooh—Ooh