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Alright, ooh, shit
You know I bome fuckin', motherfuckin' uh (Jose the Plug)
Eighteen, nineteeen with the motherfuckin' sack
I ain't even know what to do with that motherfucker
You know what I'm talkin' about?
I was blowin' that shit like a fan
We on West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherfuckin' heat with you (brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, nigga (skrrt)
Your bitch fuckin', dick suckin', and she stuffin' (and she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (thuggin' in public)
Chopstick came from Russia (brrt)
I let the stick hang out, yeah, it show in public (man)
I'll let this bitch rip, yeah, right in public
You might catch me with the smoothest jawn, yeah, the bitch so cunning
Barrel on this bitch so big, it's a-rum-pa-pummin' (boom, boom)
It's all about the dog, the boy, the Andre Drummond
Ten thou' on lean a month, a year one-twenty
My dog, he bangin' blues, he fuck with Tookie
'03, '04, I'm not a regular rookie (yeah)
I'll drop a body, bitch, you better not push me
I'll run a bag back just like Boobie
The weed, the pop, you know exotic
She said she want a picture with Lil Yachty
His mama cryin' (Why?), the homies had to catch a body
Smoked that boy like Biscotti, I might go cop a Bugatti
Brought them bitches home from the club in the lobby
Moral to the story, don't invite me to your party
We in West V with it, Tennessee with it (Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherfuckin' heat with you (brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In the kitchen whippin' up a quarter key, nigga (skrrt)
Your bitch fuckin', dick suckin', and she stuffin' (and she stuffin')
Can't believe she trust me, I don't know why she love me (know why)
Yeah, thuggin', yeah, in public (thuggin' in public)