[Intro]
Uh, Brr
Yeah, Yeah
(Draft)

[Verse 1]
The camera still rolling don't cut it can't duck 'em
I Draft Dayed your bitch for the night
She gon' bust like a Gussing
Got cuts on my fingers from countin' these houndreds
From sun up till sunday
Lowkey n***a in the bank account
Look like a A-Lister
Me and [?] when I walk in they callin' me mister
Double C stitch on my body they twinsisters
That price make you whistle, you [?]
In Benz in that [kinnel?]
I'm referee like, boy, I am official with a Bugatti mantel
Pop this shit like I have me a pimple
You make it so difficult it's really simple
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