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P.G, you got the bands, huh

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, hold up

King Frank on the flow

Lotta hoes that you goin' down

Lotta bitch that be goin' down

Countin rounds, countin shit, countin hoe, counter fits

Got a hoe, another one, smoke on me, go for me

In the heart, like a bullet though

In the heart, in the heart, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Bitch, I'm pullin' her friend

I'm just makin' that trend

She been callin' me back

Now I'm impressin' the scent

Heard her been talkin' again

I'm just playin' pretend

I don't break, yeah, I don't fall

I don't care, a fan, yeah

Back in the Benz

I'm gonna pull it on this Benz, yeah

Pull this grass out the grass

I'm gonna come in and simmer this blend, yeah

Tryna cover the street

I'm gonna fall in the band

Lotta hoes that you goin' down

Lotta bitch that be goin' down

Countin rounds, countin shit, countin hoe, counter fits

Got a hoe, another one, smoke on me, go for me

In the heart, like a bullet though

In the heart, in the heart, in the shit

Like poppin' pills, poppin' percocets

Poppin' those, poppin' hoes

Poppin' bitches, round a cap, a bottle gun

Got a hoe, got a gun

Shout her up, shout her phone

Shout her flow, don't miss the shot

Ay, don't miss the shot like von

Ay, ay, I been breakin' the rules

They been tryna defend

So they runnin' the switch

I'm in it, stuck in the end

I ain't got the scars on my heart

I been tryna demand

Now I'm in Benz

Now I'm in the paint

I'm in the flinch and the bend

I ain't got the place on my boat

I'm in no need to pretend

Talkin' my loss

I'm in the mid and the flip

I'm in the back and the lens, yeah