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Uh, Oh, What
Bitch, Uh, Grrr, Skrr
What, your bitch is retarded
What, I'm the shit I farted
You think I'm retired, just getting started
Pull up to your pad, pull up to your party
Getting McDonald's, feeling like Cardi
Feeling this beat, this shit is gnarly
Blowin on that wood and she calling me your highness
Oh you grindin on my dick bitch, no I don't like it
I'm so fly by myself I don't think I need a stylist
Thinking I like it, no I don't like it
You my main? Throw you to the side bitch
Are you hot or you ugly? I cannot decide
Look at my AP, I just stopped time
Livin too fast, mind is too hazy
Pull out your gun, you cannot faze me
Post up on the couch, I'm feeling lazy
Run from the cops, he finna tase me
I reach for my wallet, he finna shoot me
Ripped out my heart, that bitch abuse me
Wacked, wacked, wacked, wacked get wacked
Bitch, back, bitch get wacked
Bitch get wacked, so much wok have an asthma attack
Pockets so fat, smoking on thrax
Whip so fast, you cannot catch
Dash to the lucrative cash
Pockets so red, been chilling with bloods
I'm not the same, I'm not what I was
Pull up on me I don't fuck you cause
With your hair, you look like a clown
Run up on me ima shoot that bitch down
Cracking a frown, just can't stay around
Hearing my sub, hearing that sound
Walk in the studio, it smelling loud
Ugly as fuck, you unibrowed hoe
What, bitch!
You think I'm retired, just getting started
Pull up to your pad, pull up to your party
Getting McDonald's, feeling like Cardi
Feelin this beat, this shit is gnarly
Takin a dab, blow it out the window
I'm with your bitch, she giving mixed signals
Spazzy-Spencey worldwide
Takin that car, stop it on a dime
Don't wanna do prison, don't wanna do time
Anyways ima go hit a few stains