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Yeah, oh

Oh my fucking god

Yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Uh, whoa

(Cocá in there, makin' beats and shit)

Uh

I get some pussy when the head ain't enough

I'm always fallin' in love with a ho

I took both of my bitches to dinner today

I send a address if you feelin' a way

Got no respect for the bitch, no patience for the ho

I'm drivin' the Benz, I be smoking the smoke

We gon' rob us a nigga, he ain't did that before

See the thot in her eye, she a pretty ass ho

She be fixin' her hair in the mirror on the phone

I be talkin' to my cousin out the feds, in the joint

Compartment sit under the passenger floor

My hands on the fire, but my mind on the road

Don't let your ego get beside you, bro

We run in residential houses and homes

I be fuckin' the bitch, I be pimpin' the ho

Shit got crucial, so I tightened the rope

Smoke more than Bob Marley, then scale white boy

I park the coupe when I spend the night over

It's hollow-tips fallin' if a hand get put on me

Bitch ass nigga gon' die for the purpin'

I'm in northeast where it's unsolved murders

I take a bitch and I show her her purpose

I'm sellin' flower, now which one you workin'?

Got a line in Virginia for choppers and Percocets

Whoa, for sure, shit, I valet park it and crucifix it

When a thot call me I'm like, "Who is this?"

I'm with raasclaat niggas and Benjamins

If I get really mad, dog, I might kill a man

I'm in San Francisco in a mini van

Ten thousand dollars on business plans

I'm duckin' task forces out the Sprinter van, whoa (okay)

Fine chocolate, shit like Godiva

Cut off my dog, he step outta line

Chlorophyll water and ashwagandha

Some of these feelings is hard to describe

Put on some weight, now I feel like a lineman

I'm in the Bay like a Raider or '9er

I broke the cookie, the fortune was fire