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Uh, fuck shit, I don’t wanna hear it (Nah)
I’m not talking about the bag, I cover my ears
I jump in the Lamb, I change gears (Skrrt)
My b **** es is ballin ‘, make these n **** s acclamation
Audemars chopsticks with crushed face (Ice, Ice)
I leave a fucking fool with a stuck face (Ha)
Who are you all playing anyway? (What?)
All these n **** s wanna fuck JT (they do)
Hellcat, that’s an SRT (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, G-Wag ’63 (Ow)
Man you can’t fuck with me
‘Cause I’m from the bottom (yeah)
From the federal to the charter (Yeah)
Broke b **** es don’t say nothing, period (Yeah)
I tell him, “Shut up the shit” when I hit him
F *** ed her hair, she just did it (Go)
I’m really f *** in ’round with his lil’ boo on the low (Ooh)
What did the buddy say? I couldn’t hear them (Shut up, little n *** a)
I keep my head up while I drive, almost fucked up my run (Skrrt)
I had a hand full of hair while I was riding (I’m serious)
She snatches my Amiris
She loves giving head, she’s getting on her period (period)
I thought someone said, “She’s your wife, man” (Huh?)
F ** k everyone, I don’t like them all (Go)
His bitch love me cause I fuck like a dog (Woo)
I got that shit, damn, wipe me off (Yeah)
I jump in the backseat like a boss (Ooh)
I have two-tone the Maybach, my Ronald Reagan seats
He came with a pillow, I came from the sidewalk
I thought someone said that I didn’t make it (Come on)
Huh? (What?)
Ah, I thought some fucking broke said something (Ah)
Talkin ‘s ** t but they still ain’ nothin ‘(Ain’t sayin’ nothin ‘)
We gon ‘trap that bitch’ til the feds come (Run it, run it)
Huh? (What does she say?)
Ah, I thought ap *** y ho said something (Ah)
How it go when I talk, you listen (just listen)
Cut her up cause she talked about the business (Go)
You broke a ** b *** h, you say nothing
When I lift my wrist it says something (Yeah)
Your damn, he know cause he pay somethin ‘(Damn)
I play on these bitches like and one
Swish, damn, I’m the shit
QC la clique, we are rich as b *** h
Yeah, ayy, Miami, I’m lit, Patek on my wrist
Follow the drip, my jewelry is sick (Ice)
Pink diamonds pneumonia, got the crown (Ugh, ugh)
Moneybagg Runtz, that’s the aroma (Woo)
This is not an Arizona midfielder
B *** h, I’m serious (real), period (period)
All that ho shit, I can’t hear it (B *** h)
My niggas shoot with sticks, they clean it up (Rrah)
Yeah, me and JT, we kill him, period
I thought a *** one watching what I do
But he can’t get his bitch back said somethin ‘(hard)
Is it true that he’s posting another fucking money?
Prolly, I don’t leave that behind (Maybe yes)
I thought a bitch was talking about me
But be fucking broke said somethin ‘(listen)
Hold up, little bitch, get some shit that’s on
I’m the whole bread, he the breadcrumbs (Come on)
Rappers with these mixed feelings (What?)
I’m not fucked up with them (no)
Like a Richard Mille, tell me what time it is
Bagg, where are the Runtz? (Huh?) You know you got it on you
‘Posed to be odor resistant, bustin’ the vacuum seal
These n **** s little boys, childish, Fisher-Price
Confident, I’m not arrogant, so do it right
She bends over but I want it head first
I don’t even wanna know what the shit likes
Trippin ‘too close to fallin’ so I’m ballin ‘
It’s crazy my opp got shot but I don’t call it (Sike, slow down)
I come, n **** s gon ‘put them ho
These bitches stay on my channel, yeah
Must have seen me on TV, yeah
It took me six hours to count a mill exactly
I’m precise with that cheese, yeah (big bag)
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