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(WhiteBoyMadeThis) huh
You want the Micro Draco, or the Tec-9?
The ARP got Double-D's, and not the breast size (aight)
She want to retake our picture on her bedside (aight)
10 mil'll put a nigga down with a chest shot
A chain was worth 30 to me, how much do your neck got? (Uh)
Drank got me pissy, driver stop at the next rest stop (Stop)
If I say too much on this beat, I'ma go fed (aight)
Bitch was the greatest of all time, she got a GOAT head (yeah)
Told me fuck her hard, I was finna nut, so I went slow instead (mm)
Nigga tried to run from me, I had to blow his leg (come on)
We is not the same (uh)
Just blew a 50 in a mall, that shit pocket change (yup)
You ain't got no money in yo' shit, that's why your pockets hang
You get cheated on, I do the cheatin', we is not the same (no cap)
She gave me top with no top exchange
The chop got a drum on it, I'm finna rock the stage
Countin' money got my hands up in a lotta pain (in a hurry)
Flick left and squeeze it at you, you might fly away (hrrt)
Ain't no nigga ever press me, nigga, so don't try today (come on)
Huh, put this bitch on, I better make her tat my name (bitch)
Left wrist look just like the right wrist (yeah)
Shooter hand startin' to warm up, I had to ice it (uh)
I know a thick bitch that turnt skinny, call her ISIS
Nigga play with me, I shot his ass, now he lifeless
Break a bitch down before I lift her up
Took a broke bitch out the hood, I had to fix her up (come here, baby)
Yeah, you heard what gang said, we turnin' bitches up (up)
Lightskin she a threat, and she thick as fuck (threat)
I don't like hood hos, them bitches too tough (for real)
Bitch, put some lotion on your feet, your toes too rough (aight)
We the ones really havin', so they choose us (we turnt)
Bitch asked me for some money I gave her ass a loose dub (fuck)
She gon' do whatever for me, she a down bitch
Got her comin' to the trenches, that's my outta-town shit
Why yo' lace liftin'?
Promoter could pay me in all ones, it don't make a difference (it don't)
Uh, 'long as my pape' there (for real)
Chop decorate a nigga house, like its Wayfair (brrt)
I'll smoke a nigga mama, I don't play fair (nah, nah)
Sent his addy to him, he tried to act like he don't stay there
Huh, we ridin' all fast shit like it's a state fair
Huh, I can walk in to the buildin' 'til my paper clear
Huh, it's some blicks around us, but they say, "Fxce there"
Yeah, gang up a hunnid off doin' bank shares (yeah)
He walk up on you and ask you, "Do you bank with Chase?" (Chase)
She gettin' drunk-drunk, she ain't even use no chase
Heard he smoked e'rybody, he don't leave no trace (mm)
I can save a bitch life, I don't need no cape (mm)
I don't give a fuck, where the hos at?
Jaaybo just left with the bitches, bring the hos back
If God can hear me right now, bring my bros back
E got the skinny ass blunt, nigga who rolled that? (Don't know)
She bent over the front seat, so I rolled back (aight)
I ain't never seen that type of Glock, can I hold that? (Huh?)
Lemme see
5 a.m. in KC, just me and E
KC, 5 a.m. in KC, me and E, fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah