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Can't just fuck this hoe, gotta fuck on both her friends
In a GT-R but it skirt off like a Benz
I just flew out to LA, I'm tryna fuck on two twins
Just called all my brothers, I said, bro, what's the plan
I'm off the good molly rock and this shit cost like two bands
How you gon' steal my sauce, come around, I'll cut your hand
I count pape up, I might drown in all these bands
Drop $800, cause it's U.C. on my pants
I'm in London, just touched down from Paris, France
All my brothers we kick shit just like the Klan
We get money, lil' boy, fuck do you be sayin'
I don't know what he sayin', the boy don't talk bout guap
I used to walk with my stick through the land, lookin' for dogs to pop
I'm not tryna act like that boy is my friend, these boys like to lie a lot
It's CDG all on my pants, and Margiela toes to stomp
You fuck up my trip, you really piss me off
The fuck boy mess with us then he get sawed
Spent 20x your rent boy oh my God
Two badass hoes I get in each they jaws
Hate when a dumbass nigga got too much pride
Dough goin' up, bitch, I could but anything in your life
Score go up, these niggas not catching up if they tried
You can steal that swag, you could run your mouth but you still can't run, can't hide
Uh, nigga can't run and hide
I'm known to pop out with that fye
I'm Mr. Yohji on the suit and tie
He tryna to run, now that nigga gon' die
Matter fact, I'ma take all his shit if he try
These nigga online, I'm really outside
Got 99 sticks in the whip when we slide
It's like 99 hoes in this bitch, they not mine
I to the molly, trippin, what's the time?
Look at my bitch, she look like a dime
I seen your bitch, she look like a crime
I mix the lean in the lemon lime
And with the fiends, I got all the lines
Eee, I can't even lie
Cartier shades, lookin' like I'm blind
I fucked that hoe, cause that ho was fine
But I ain't know that she had a twin
I call up Aizey my brother, two man for the win
I was just tryn' get my dick sucked now this hoe tryn' vent
Uh, uh, I'm rockin Issey Miyake, with the Vetemement
Yeah, yeah, I ain't gon' shoot at your kin, they finna miss ya
Ayy, with that 300 blackout, I bend, hope it don't hit ya
Me and gang too locked in, droppin' these hits
Yeah, if you wonder why your shit floppin, It's because it suck