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Baow, baow, baow, aight
Bitch, get your head right or lose it
Know I might tweak on any movement
Pop this perc to keep me cool, bih
Say the word, we pull up
Box-box truck, just like the movers
Box-box, mag, on this ARP
Bitch, fuck around, go boom
How you was just on lil' bruh team
Now niggas Ace, Boon and Coon
Bookbag, full of hunnids
Finna take his ass to school
AR bad, keep on whippin' ass
He fuckin' up in school
It ain't no FHP or OPD
I'm flushin' pourin' juice
Just know he gritz, he tried to come up through that blitz, and saw Ray Lewis
Bitch, we got sticks and drums
Inside this whip, we makin' music
I'm touchin' cheese the wrong way
Bitch, like I'm Gary Busey
He merched, he was gon' bump down
But he ain't never do it
Squirt-squirtin' with this burst
Bitch, you can't merch
That I don't know how to use it
I'm up off 'erk and work
Just hit my chirp if you don't know how to move it
Get his ass smacked from where I'm at, bitch I'm in Turks and Cookaz
Bitch I meant Turks and Caicos
Firebomb the house he in, the fuck he think he safe for?
Binary G19, no P80s, we fuckin' hate those
Bitch, I was down bad on my dick
Now this some shit you pray for
Loose lips, gon' sink ships
Before he get that, he walkin' ship
We tell him Hastaluego
Pock-pocket stuffed with cream cheese
My shit look like a bagel
Big body Track
Inside butter, outside look like mayo
Bitch I was stop-and-poppin' shit
Feel like I'm O.J. Mayo
I make this cheese triple stack
This shit do what I say so
Get him smacked from where I'm at
Got killers on the payroll, nigga
Get him smacked from where I'm at
Got killers on the payroll
I put my leg up when I fuck yo hoe, I feel like Fabo