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[Chorus]
This-this a Gen5, pussy
I got fifty shots in these jeans, don't run up, don't push me
I can't even lie, I just dropped the lean and them Percs, they took me
Sixty racks, the ticket for the team, yeah, I don't fuck no groupies, yeah
Twenty-five bands, finna cook up, yeah, I don't think they lookin'
Fucked my wrist up way too many times, kept givin' babies whoopings
I-in that Bentley cookin', yeah, yeah, I got my foot in (Foot in)
Boy, you wish you wouldn't (Wouldn't)
Pull up, say, "[?], I took it" (Took it)
I wanna see you count up, yeah
I turn my whole house red, yeah
Fourty-five bands, kept cookin' (Ching)
Hundrеd round drum for later, yeah
Bullets lеave him dead
Bullets-bullets leave him dead (Yeah)
In the streets, yeah, we out in the streets, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
An-and what's up? Uh
Better not swerve, homie
Yo-you ain't doin' a thing, yeah, sit yo' ass down
Who wear it better? Je-je-jeans cost a pound, uh, uh
I do drugs every day, i-it's goin' down
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