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Yeah, rolling, bitch I'm pourin
Up that drank, stay up till morning
Think I'm lacking, nah bruh I'm toting
Stay with my bruddas, remind me of Jonas
Uh, yeah, drop that shit
Come on lil bitch, go pop that shit
Like what'd I say, go drop that shit
Get in that box like Roddy, bitch
I'm on a whole nother level I'm tweakin'
Bitches be mad, I ain't even speak yet
I need that toga & gucci, balenci and louis
That vetements all on my body
Whippin that bitch till we burnin the city
Call in my team and we play em like midi
Coppin them premium jeans, premium bitches
And shit ion know, but its shinin
I got models in the back,
I got shooters in the back
And the strap be unattached,
Up the score lets run it back
All my stacks like paperback,
Yo shit give me heartattack
How u even live like that,
Boutta hit a culdeac, yeah
Like bro what we like?
Like we like hoes, and we like dough
Pockets so fat, that's fe fi fo
I be upping the pole, cause we like smoke
But we keeping that shit on the low
Like who really bout it, who want a problem?
That boy dead and look I shot him
Even his little hoe went and forgot him
Spot him outside of his house I got him
Skrting up straight to his block, and we shootin his spot
Like pussy whats good, we smoke em' like woods
Planning and plotting these hits
On that foe for a price in the night no Suge
Watch out, watch out, for them sirens
They always duck, they hiding
Cause they know we on that timing
World population, lets go minus
I'm on a whole nother level I'm tweakin'
Bitches be mad, I ain't even speak yet
I need that toga & gucci, balenci and louis
That vetements all on my body
Whippin that bitch till we burnin the city
Call in my team and we play em like midi
Coppin them premium jeans, premium bitches
And shit ion know, but its shinin
I got models in the back,
I got shooters in the back
And the strap be unattached,
Up the score lets run it back
All my stacks like paperback,
Yo shit give me heartattack
How u even live like that,
Boutta hit a culdeac, yeah
I'm on a whole nother level I'm tweakin'
Bitches be mad, I ain't even speak yet
I need that toga & gucci, balenci and louis
That vetements all on my body
Whippin that bitch till we burnin the city
Call in my team and we play em like midi
Coppin them premium jeans, premium bitches
And shit ion know, but its shinin
I got