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(Plaque killin' this beat)

Anything

A2P, fuck-nigga

Turn the lights off in this bitch (woo), finna hold my wrist up (yeah)

Lambchop, AMGs, Maybachs how we push up

Hit Deebo ass with this blick before I put my shit up (fuck him)

Bitch keep askin' is I'm straight, nah, I want my dick sucked

He called for a plate and bought a cutie, nigga bitched up (pussy)

Everything I got come from grindin', ain't no good luck

Whole gang uppin' glizzies if a nigga get rough (get rough)

Nigga play tough, we gon' tear this bitch up

When that shit come right, you need a hammer just to break it up

I don't want no fuckin' chicken wings, I'm goin' steak, bruh (steak)

And don't ask me 'bout no damn dessert 'cause, bitch, I'm caked up

I just rolled over, sold three plates at thirty-six on the wake up (woo)

I got way more cheese than you, what the fuck is there a debate for? (Huh?)

You ain't goin' nowhere with me, bitch, until you get that lace done

And don't act like it's a problem for me to pay for it 'cause it ain't one (I swear to God)

I'll pay for that lil' shit, bitch, it ain't nothin' (uh-uh)

How your bd stress you out? He ain't got nothin' on nothin'

I'm Mr. Fuck That Poor-ass Nigga, call my phone, I'm comin' (I'm on the way)

Dumb-ass bitch, I'm tryna boss you up, it ain't just 'bout money

Finger in her pussy, Cuban hit the clit, she say, "Bae, I'm cummin'" (uh, uh, uh)

Turn the lights off in this bitch, finna hold my wrist up

Lambchop, AMGs, Maybachs how we push up (that's how we ride)

Hit Deebo ass with this blick before I put my shit up (fuck him)

Bitch keep askin' is I'm straight, nah, I want my dick sucked

Turn the lights off in this bitch (turn 'em off), finna hold my wrist up (yeah)

Lambchop, AMGs, Maybachs how we push up (that's how we ride)

Hit Deebo ass with this blick before I put my shit up (fuck him)

Bitch keep askin' is I'm straight, nah, I want my dick sucked (nah, I need my, uh)

Yeah, huh

Bitch keep askin' is I'm straight, nah, I need my dick licked (come here)

.50 cal sniper, this bitch here'll flip a big bitch (buh, buh)

I'm on big shit, boss shit, they still lookin' for a small check (frrt, frrt)

We been spinnin', spinnin, spinnin', bitch, sound like a car wreck (wah)

The opps be ball cap (yeah)

I be hatin' when I miss bro call, I can't even call back (I can't even call back)

I done peeped the flaw shit (huh), gotta fall back (come on)

These rappers act like women, mad 'bout a follow back

It's a blowout, check the score, we got all the hats (buh, buh)

Got her toes out, a pretty face, I might put her on her back (come here)

I went two and three and G23, bitch, I can't never lack (bitch, I can't never lack)

We done did him bad and took his pole just for to send it back (yeah, huh)

Yeah, huh, blessed them boy too many times, now I'm like, "Where the love at?" (Where the love at?)

'Member them times I posted on the porch, nothin' but a dog sack (nothin' but a dog sack)

That's why when they need somethin', I be holdin' my nuts bad (nah, for real)

You be dick-ridin' the same shit your bitch tuggin' at (yeah, huh, huh, yeah)

Your old musty ass (huh), be your pole dusty ass (huh)

Want to front back in the day, your old poor hustlin' ass (huh)

Bitch think she gettin' paid (huh), better throw somethin' back (huh)

Off the Perc', slumped on the wall like a thumbtack (huh, huh, huh)

Smokin' sixes, GG to the face, this ain't no Runtz pack (no)

Eighth grade, I had a lil' .380 in my lunch bag (buh, buh)

Used to hang with big bro in the kitchen, always stunk bad (frr)

That boy say in the field, shit, he might get touched bad (frr, frr)

Turn the lights off in this bitch (woo), finna hold my wrist up (yeah)

Lambchop, AMGs, Maybachs how we push up

Hit Deebo ass with this blick before I put my shit up (fuck him)

Bitch keep askin' is I'm straight, nah, I want my dick sucked

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