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LHG, baby, don't give out all your sauce
There's too many snakes in the grass
I think it's time I mowed a lawn I need to get up and move on
Yeah, I need to move on
Upper echelon, I need a eszopiclone
They tryna copy me, I got so many copycats
You know they follow me, they don't know what I'm about
Throwback
But they tryna be like me
Chop, chop, you already know that I'm back in this bitch
From blunts and boats, now we coppin' yachts If you fuckin' fake, I suggest you stop
Yeah, I'm changin' waves and you fuckin' not If she ain't a fan, tell the bitch get lost
Beat it
I'm on the moon and she off the rock
But I'm chasin' guap
She off the rock, I'm makin' the guap
I'm juggin suboxx, I used to sip wock
I don't like Ciroc, nah, I don't like Ciroc
LHG we don't homie hop nah not at all
You know what I want, I want a Scrotum Queen Baby, tell me what you wanna see
She said she love my Scrotum, she love the hourglass flow She like it dangly if you do, baby
You're the one who's meant for me You're the one who's meant for me
You know how I'm comin, you know I stay humble You know how I'm comin, you know I stay stunning
You know how I'm comin' I can't be givin' out sauce for free
Can't be givin' out sauce for free I ain't gonna stop, I ain't gonna stop
Till I hit the top, you already know what I want
Started Hypno pop , pop, tell me somethin' I do not
Shawty snortin' cane
Shawty love love the hang, Hurricane
What do you see? Yeah, tell me what she see
Picture perfect ,what do you see? Picture perfect, yeah
She call my Scrotum a Birkin
My Scro queen need a visa
My Scrotum pay for my sneakers
I kick it with plugs, I measure with beakers
I'm the psychedelic teacher
I got my nut on her t-shirt
What is she wearin? Yves Saint Laurent or on
I'm drinkin' Cebac You know that I'm mad
You know that I'm hot
She suck on my skrrt
I'm chasin' the guap And I ain't gonna stop