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Haha, G-L-A
No grind, alright gang, I got you
Yeah, yeah (no sir ski)
No jump back on that little bitty choppa stick (no sir ski)
My habits don't include Tris
This shit real, cherish life before you lose that bitch
I don't miss old hoes, not even a little bit
Hit my cup (gulp, gulp, gulp), them some Louis kicks
Ball on a hatin' ass nigga, give him Lupus
Cheap hoe, feed her octopus, she used to tuna
Age ain't nothin' but a number, fuckin' cougars
Cup dark like the hair dye, Carlos Boozer
I can't fuck raw, her baby daddy such a loser
.45 go off, blow his ass to Chattanooga
Keep taco tucked, boy, your ass can't get a new one
This trap here, all raw, sell sushi
Whack a nigga, throw him in the river, that's pollution
Room full of money, still room for improvement
Bands just like Nelly face, I'm a St. Lunatic
Hate goin' outside, niggas ask me stupid shit
Same size as Boban, bigger than I ever been
He was tryin' my shoes on, I bet they'll never fit
Brick of grey through the mail, let's address the elephant
I'm at seven-seven-seven-seven, Luka Dončić
We give out smoke like quicksand, can't get out of it
She got more head, more head, Deebo Lotti
I'm M.I.A. fuckin' coke-head models
Not here to politic, that pussy, I'll buy it
Let's compare banks, mine pretty like Tyra
I'm the honorable in my hood, like Elijah
He a fuckin' bum, buyin' jeans out of Snipes
Y'all niggas like Hawaiian Punch, nobody like you
Two naked hoes on my bed, pillow fightin'
Nigga, you is salty, no nigga can insult me
Paperwork party, rap niggas police, Ice-T
Playboi like Carti, no cap, man, I might die lit
Money for the pussy, she not that indecisive
Ballin' with my brothers, I feel like Brook and Robin
Man, I'm goin' apeshit, might climb the Empire State Building
This bitch go like 220, cops won't even chase it
I done cleared an M, got no budget from the label
Yo bitch for the streets, she just usin' you to babysit
Pop a genie-nie, get to seein' That's So Raven shit
Put it on AB, man, y'all niggas always late to shit
Ganger Wavy Navy like an army, Wayne and Baby shit
It's like eighty Wavy chains, B'll pull up eighty blicks
Took his bitch, he 'bout to take a bath with a toaster in it
Haha, G-L-A