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I really feel like the top dog
We knock your head off like top golf
I got a bitch with her top off
I got a text, I'm on the way to the drop off
In these G-star jeans
I just beat your bitch back
Gave her to my team
Yes I love that drank boy but I'm tryna' find them beans
Yes I love that Tris boy but I'm tryna find that red drank
Bitches in Canada
No they cannot handle us
Got my gun I can't be touched
I just bought some Chromeheart stuff
Got a flight at ten AM
But I'm still way too turnt up
And I swear I'm high as hell
Said I swear I'm high as hell
Yeah I swear I'm high as hell
Yeah I swear I'm high as hell
Yeah I swear I'm high as hell
I just brought my Glock 19
I just got it with me incase them fuck boys tryna link
Boy let's rock out right here boy
Let's go make a scene
I don't even wanna cuff I put some Vivienne on my rings
Fucking this slut so good this bitch keep on calling me
Came through to your hood, heard yo' ass ain't never been seen
Damn this X feel good but I'm still tryna find some lean
Got the bitch cumming out of her sleep
This bitch keep on dreaming bout' me
In these G-star jeans
I just beat your bitch back
Gave her to my team
Yes I love that drank boy but I'm tryna' find them beans
Yes I love that Tris boy but I'm tryna find that red drank
Bitches in Canada
No they cannot handle us
Got my gun I can't be touched
I just bought some Chromeheart stuff
Got a flight at ten AM
But I'm still way too turnt up
And I swear I'm high as hell
Yeah I swear I'm high as hell
Yeah I swear I'm high as hell