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We pop out with that fye you get splat
If you think that money is evil you broke that's how i define that
Ima get so rich when i die i ain't dying yet
Tell that bitch fuck with me you get fucked on a private jet huh
House so big had to call the agent where's the restroom?
I don't know why you surprised i get high baby you know ima die soon
My lawyer should be in the lakers he ball in the courtroom
Yea ya bitch on all fours like a table
Bitch i'm selling pack thru the flip phone
Rip my freedom cause they put me on probation
I think i'm a good man, they think that im satan
Woah
High speed chase yea
You isn't jesus you bleed through bruh
30 rounds in this clip bitch you better run
When I lived in california, i was out hitting bottle runs
Run in and out of the station, like fuck 12 and who called em bruh
Gang Gang
If you is my rival you get laced bruh
You want smoke you could take one hit and die bro what a waste of
A bullet and a Lamborghini Murcielago where my face go
I don't know, fuck is you talking bout do you wanna die bro?
Fuckboy you need to go and read the bible huh, ay yuh
You a good boy for the cops they call ya fido you like hey, woah
Bitch my mind is spacious with my eyes closed
H to the E to the L to the L that's where i go
Whatchu want me to do?
Don't hold my stick that's how I move
Bitch you not hot enough i'm cool
I was so high up in high school
Pull up with your guys they gon die too
You wish you could do it how i do
Do you need pack, let me know
When does he land, let me know
This bitch a vamp, she staying home
Bitch i'm gon' take your soul
Shorty look good in the moonlight oh
All you pussy ass boys so bad mind
Spotlight
Moonlight
Why you trippin getcha mood right
Out of sight, out of mind, who's to blame now
Okay, I admit, you're lame now
Whatcha bang, what ya pick, what'd ya claim now bitch