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Aight yall
Up, up
Down, down, down
Aight bet
I got a 40 with a beam, make him run like an athlete
You can't fuck with me, I got more poles than a track team
Scoop her in the 'vette, shorty ask me "where the backseat?"
If my blicky jam, then you finna get your ass beat
Bitch
Huh, and you a silly hoe
Flip flops on, but you ain't never held a milli tho
I got red bottoms on, but you still rocking Twinkle Toes
I'm the CSC, check my phone, I got hella hoes
Open up your bitch, she start spraying like a fucking hose
ICE ask me "where your friend at" I'm like "Who knows?"
He was talking shit, I had to put him in the ground
I'm a freaky ass dude, so you know I'm always tryna get
(Down, down, down)
Alright freaky mode activated
Bad bitch, face down, ass up
Zooming through the city in a 'vette, with my blicky tucked
Headshot, watch your mans drop, someone pick him up
Ima dick your bitch (Down, down, down)
We gon' shut this shit (Down, down, down)
200 pump, he's (Down, down, down)
I got 83 up on my wrist, gotta call me Bam
I just hit a lick, hop in the whip, and then I smoke a gram
I could buy a cat, but I think I'd rather cop a Lamb
You a fat ass bitch, do a push-up, yeah you gotta go
(Down, down, down, up, up)