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Look, at my pants, that 100k put a broke boy in a trance
Shit let's go fan for fan, my shooters pull up and go can for can, haha
Cocaine in her nose, she liking the spot
Roofied him for the band, I think I done wiped out the bots
Blood all on my hands, you know I'm gonna clean up the watch
He getting fried up like a pan, they all on the news they watching
She think I'm so fancy, hop on the news, we sparking a blizzy
Fuck up the club for a dollar it's easy
I might get back on my feet and go beat it
Gave him a book for some money, ain't read it
Shooters gonna cook bitch you better go eat it
See a bad bitch but he ain't gonna get it
Pussy cooling he ain't ever hitting
Bag out my bitch when I hit it she eat it, she eat it, she eat it
She eating that dick, I'm in the GLE I'm gonna fuck up the club for that one time, bitch I'm on that shit
She wanna shop Imma take the bitch thrifting
She wanna hop on that dick, that bitch tripping
If we gonna fuck everything is my business
I'm in the cockpit ecstasy spinning
Look, at my pants, that 100k put a broke boy in a trance
Shit let's go fan for fan, my shooters pull up and go can for can, haha
Cocaine in her nose, she likin' the spot
Roofied him for the band, I think I done wiped out the bots
Blood all on my hands, you know I'm gonna clean up the watch
He getting fried up like a pan, they all on the news they watching
He getting fried up like a pan, they all on the news they watching