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Brr, brr, c'mon
Brr, brr, c'mon
Brr, brr, c'mon
Bitch, go, alright
Bitch, nigga, free my brother, nigga
Ay, fuck all the opps, yeah, a'ight
Come on, bitch, ay, BG
Bad bitch walk through the door, introduce her to Bleedas
Slim thick, pretty face, my type
Ho get to starin' me down
See some ice on my neck, now this bitch wanna be my wife
VVS on my wrist, it's Cardi
I wanna go Richard Mille, that bitch cost a life
Fuck around, snatch pills, so?
Tell 'em unlocked the door, we was stalking out clubs all night
Had bugs on her back as she locked sweat hard
And a bitch tryna catch us, a duck nigga walking
I got that switch in public, I blow through the crowd
Catch a head off the love while I chonk 'em
556 comin' straight through the glass
Watch how fast she see them fists extendin' the coffin
Pop out on their ass and they ain't even know
.223 see the bitch nigga mock me
Roll up a slab and get loaded
Bitch eat dick good, I get sober when I'm in that pussy
Boy, this bitch bring back the lo', then I buy her the clothes
Boy, the opposition really some rookies
Came in the club with the coupon
I'm leaving that bitch as a testament for hand reached to you
Glock 34 on my hip, had to empty the clip
O'Neal turned shit into cookies
Pumping that real with some big shit
Falling chopper, gotta burst it to paint off the charger
Jojo be slicing shit up when I bounce out the V
Might as well call me Bleeda the barber
I put some shots on his head, but the bitch tried to duck
23c solving the problem
We spit that shit back to back for a week
MGK, I was faking the MF, I spot her, bitch
If you ready to slide, come on
We got choppas and switchin' wheel turns
The city thinks twice as you think that I won
Bitch, I'm bleedin' for the one, so I ain't know
I was on a bitch nigga real with a G-22