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[Intro]
(Boop, boop, boop-boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop)

[Chorus: OsamaSon]
Lil' ho seen us flex, yeah (Flex, yes), now she want her new Chanel (Go, go)
Pussy, this a Lamb' truck (Skrrt, skrrt), fill my cup or go to hell (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pussy, get your bands up (Beep, beep), so addicted to them mills (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hol' up, clientele, what's the word? (Beep) Yeah
Designer shit, this ho for the birds (Beep)
Spinnin' in that whip with MAC-11, and MP5 burst, yeah (Boop-boop, boop-boop-boop)
Do that boy the worst, yeah, do that boy the worst, yeah (Boop-boop, boop-boop-boop)

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]
Thousand dollar shirts, yeah (Flex, flex, flex), ten bands for my pants, bitch (Skrrt, skrrt)
They like, ''How that work?'' Huh, richer than your mans, bitch (Yeah)
Hol' up, fuck your lil' clique, comе push up, show you who the man is (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
I pull up, start throwin' bands, we gon' throw them bands, bitch

[Verse 2: che]
You won't, you won't throw thеm bands, bitch
This gon' get your mans hit (Bang, bang)
On my head like dandruff (What? What?), I got, I got all this damn drank
And my n***as don't miss, I ain't talkin' 'bout music, bitch (Bang, bang)
I'm with twin, yeah, [?] know he need music n***as, yeah
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I just copped a kilo, tell her best friend she need to do the rest (Yeah)
Foreign white hoes want fuck me out in Budapest (Skrrt, skrrt)
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Hol' up, go, bullet holes, yeah, through your chest (Go, go, go, go)
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[Chorus: OsamaSon]
Lil' ho seen us flex, yeah (Flex, yes), now she want her new Chanel (Go, go)
Pussy, this a Lamb' truck (Skrrt, skrrt), fill my cup or go to hell (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pussy, get your bands up (Beep, beep), so addicted to them mills (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hol' up, clientele, what's the word? (Beep) Yeah
Designer shit, this ho for the birds (Beep)
Spinnin' in that whip with MAC-11, and MP5 burst, yeah (Boop-boop, boop-boop-boop)
Do that boy the worst, yeah, do that boy the worst, yeah