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[Verse]
Get dropped with a handheld
I buy drugs, don't sell
Know that's your girl, don't care
Lookin' down at y'all from my hotel
Keep shit true, don't tell
Beat yo' ass, put you all over them thumbnails
He mad, I'on really wanna text you
Yeah I got her box so I stretch him
Girl wanna suck, yeah, that's cute
I got a three in a black, I blank you (Flrrr)
He 'bout to pass out, packed you, say he spinned back then shoot at yo' tattoo (Flrrr)
I got some problems with rats too, let's trap out so they fuckin' catch you (Flrrr)
Sock a n***a like I'm Deku
I pop a n***a like a ferret or raccoon
Yeah, I'll put her in bezels If she treat herself like a temple (Flrrr)
N***a movin' like ET, yeah, he was ridin' on a bike, had to put 'em in the air
I'm not that stupid, yeah, I was walkin' in fye while poppin' my shit, yeah
I had to cut off this ho that I'm with, I'm gettin' tired of that shit, yeah
Give me my money, tryna get [?] he was lyin' and shit, yeah
I'm gettin' high, yeah, you can hear it in my voice gettin' tired and shit, yeah
I'm [?], I got my Glock in my bag like tactical knife
You was so real, real, how you just change overnight?
I wanna chill, chill, yeah, [?]
Poppin' these pill, pill, got me just skippin' the time
No, don't do no drill, hell, I thought it was bigger than that (Yeah, damn)
I know that that pussy is pink
Yeah, her shit pinker than Pat
If a n***a try to put
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Mm, if a n***a park— mm-mm
Put this Glock to yo' back
Torture, like all the things I could do to you, I'm over here fantasizing
Me and my n***as [?] like [?]
Y'all hear all the shots
I'm a fascist, I was tryna jugg you
This ARP's on your heart, b'
How many rounds? I give her ass bookoo
She tryna tap on me
I can make any bitch squirt if she lemme
Baby girl, throw back, mm—
I don't gotta check, I know it already
My ho thick as fuck
Yeah, she got good pussy, yeah, I can sex it
Take yo' dress off you look too good, let's fuck to fame
I ain't even know I made a quick-quick [?]
Now I need to find [?] 'cause you guys keep [?]
Bro wanna fight, Mike Tyson [?]
And yo' bitch [?] with a [?]
And if you think you gettin' off lemme dump my mag
Tom Cruz like I made a movie, I'm 'bout that action
Yeah, I start clappin' when yo' gun start clackin'
Run right, n***a, yeah, [?]
I can't trust these bitches 'cause these bitches be plastic
Sorry boy but I got dogs that'll attack you
I can see through yo' tint, you not slick
If you stiff with them sticks, yeah, we hurry to lash you
I don't wanna know if I catch you lackin'
Ain't [?] if we catch you back (Flrrr), ayy
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