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It's funny 'cause I heard what they said but their raps don't match and they gotta bunch of garbage on a hard drive
Had to hit my girl last week like baby you sweet but I am not yours and you are not mine
It's the truth, can't stop calling 'cause she know I beat it beat it like a drumline
G and Caleb in the coupe, those my brothers like my momma kids yeah like we share the same bloodline
And I ain't stingy with my pieces I be throwin' up the oop like the NBA Combine
More swagger than the NBA combined
It's mister give your new boyfriend a tough time
Not a genie but I think she wanna rub my...
I drop 50 on a rough night, Steph Curry from the half I'ma have my teeth showing like a tough guy
What it look like?
I told you I was tryna drink less
So why the fuck we getting mixers at a QuickChek?
1800, she just here for the weekend
Tryna make some money for a silk press, big deal
Here's a couple dollars for the kids meal
Leave 'em at the crib, I got dick for your thick rear
She callin' for a riot, think it's gonna be a big year
Glenny hit the celly, so I spin wheel
I'm in the her cookie like I'm lookin for my fortune
Fingers in her mouth, how gorgeous
My new lil bitch from New Orleans, she only like Weezy and Soulja
But frankly I'm just tryna be in her ocean, no bullshit
Eat the pussy like frozen pizza
Mister rap without emotion, Bert Jesus
Make her wet through the goddamn speakers