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[Intro]
If you don't got a gun, n***a, walk away from me
And the Glock finna take out his guts, I ain't tuckin' his tummy
Bitch, you not my twizzy, who told you we buddies?
I just caught that boy lackin' and now my jit bloody
Gave her dick one time, now she tell me she love me
(Dylvinci got the code)

[Verse 1]
He want the static, he not 'bout that action
I pull out the choppa, catch him at the red light
Bitch think he cappin', I hit then I pass it
I fucked on his mama and now it's his bedtime
I be your stepdad, you cannot flex that
Dick hard on the bed, your mom erect that
Rappin' on n***as head, that's what I'm best at
Slide with the pole like I'm finna elect somebody
Your shawty on me, n***a, don't test my buddy
Heard that n***a lookin' for me, told the bitch, "Come find me"

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[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh (yeah)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh (yeah)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh (yeah)
She not tryna fuck, I'm kickin' that bitch out
Glock in my hand, don't make me pull that bitch out
Asian lil' bitch told me, "Pull that dick out"
He try to test me, got that n***a glicked down
I laugh to the bank, n***a, hahaha
If a n***a test me, it go, "Gra-da-da-da"
In the fuckin' 'Rari and I'm droppin' the top
And I'm countin' money while she suckin' my cock
I got hella bitches so I'm fuckin' a lot
I do not give a damn, I say, "Fuck it" a lot
And lil' bitch, you a virgin
You just be cappin' and shit, n***a, you don't be fuckin' no thots
Why these n***as on dick? Uh-huh
When I pull that bitch out, she gon' give me that clit, uh-huh
And I'm givin' them flint, uh-huh (Okay)
And I caught that boy lackin', I slide with the Glock and I empty the clip, uh-huh
And I'm sorry, lil' bitch, I cannot keep you in if you not givin' lip, uh-huh
And I'm shoppin' at Saks, but that's not the problem, bitch, I got a whole lotta cash
I'ma fuck on that bitch from the motherfuckin' back 'cause that bitch got a whole lot of ass
I'ma hop in the goddamn SRT, got a whole lotta dash
N***a, you is a lil' bitch, I end a n***a life with this stick
That Glock get a bite of your lip
N***a, ain't nobody comparin' to Chris
Lean in my piss, I swear that these fuck n***as makin' me sick
Like sick to my stomach, bitch, I need to shit
And they say, "Who is Chris?" Bitch, I be the shit
I'm way too cold, don't preheat me, bitch
She a goddamn thot, might delete the bitch
I just might leave the bitch
Chris so goddamn tight, n***a, you gotta see this shit
Breathin' it, pushin' the motherfuckin' Lamborghini, my keys in it
I got a Glock and another fuckin' choppa, yeah, that shit really be beamin', bitch
Made that boy fall like autumn (Oh, like TwinUzis?)
No, n***a, the season, bitch
I put the dick in, I pulled the dick out, I just might have to tease the bitch
Yeah, oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah
Hit from the back, n***a, I said, "Oh yeah"
Catch the pussy, one hand, Odell
Lick on the pussy, I pray that it don't smell
Bitch, I'm the shit, but I think we can both tell
[Outro]
Bitch ass n***a
I'm [?] on this bitch
Yvngxchris in this bitch, hold up
Yvngxchris in this bitch, hold up