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She wanna go on vacation, we got Turks at home
We got Turks at the crib, she screaming out [?]
Since a jit I was up to something, [?] my fucking cousin
Run the city like David Grutman, steppin' on shit I beat my bunion
My Glock and my phone, they both got buttons
All that I hang around is gunmen
Whip out my meat, this dumb b muttin'
Bad bitch screamin' out "Fuck me to tears", I'd rather eat out a raw onion
Drive through the woods screamin out' "My Symere", I keep a Uzi no bluffin'
Fifty-K for the feat, like fuck me runnin'?
I'm tryna [?], why you buntin'?
You tryna kick shit jit, we puntin'
'Cause I'm on fire like arson, for any lil' bitch wanna lurk
Screen printin' they apartment, put them crackers on a shirt
And all of that shit got merch, it was just me and my cup burst
Rеmember when thеy used to rank a jit?
Now every opp mama need a handkerchief
I'll pluck a opp, them boys weird, Al Yankovic
Said I was a gimmick, ya I was fuckin' around with props and shit
That boy was shittin' on you crackers while you ain't even have no pot to piss
I want a jack and jill bathroom for all my jits who ain't have no pot to piss
[?], stay out of LA [?]
Pickpocket or you wallet watchin'? Pop Plan B's like Jocelyn
I'm lookin' around for commas bitch and you lookin' round for compliments
I got [?] on my feet, we used to share the shoe-oe
Jit be milkin' his dog in the can, you won't even give him a "yoo-hoo"
Aye, I'm finna bite my tongue, you can't fit in these damn Osiris
Like a wrecking ball, two sister chains swinging, no Noah Cyrus