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Don't check up on me, yeah, slice a container, yeah, maybe a random, yeah, I don't need diamonds
yeah, I'm pop the cutter, yeah, I'm callin' my brother, I'm callin' my brother, I'm callin
my brother, I'm pop the cutter, he seen me now, don't say no other, hot, ride the other
talkin' bout guac, talkin' bout ride the other, if it ain't about guac, then shut up, bitch
I gotta get money, but I know that it comes with the problems, I got that 40 up on me
I hit him and it's all for him, People as hot as hell, they hit your skin and straight dissolve it
Now they up in here thinkin' like, why they got him started, yeah, yeah, why they got me started
She done let me done pick the flowers right in the garden, You sayin' that's your wifey, I wouldn't call her my darling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, why they got me started, yeah, yeah, yeah, why they got me started
Stuck in that money, I'm all in the cream, If you talkin' though, what do you need
Chowin' these n****s just like Vaseline, They n****s hate, I got the choppa and that lil' boom
Bitch wanna bounce on me just like a trampoline, I got her like boom
After she bust a couple nuts, she wanna lay down the spoon
I can talk some more shit to y'all, but this be done soon