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I don't know what chop I'm finna hit shit this a mystery
All he seen was flashing lights, just like a Christmas tree
Make yo bitch fry some chicken, I need the biggest piece
Hear a big boom like 808s, but we ain't making beats
Stomp him out, up in some phase-o's, them bitches made it crease
I'm tryna plant a money tree to make my shit increase
Lil bitch put you out the crib, cause you wasn't on the lease
Pass that bitch to my dogs and put her on a leash
If my team down 20, then leave it all to me
What's in my cup, bitch, it's melatonin, it'll make you fall asleep
They done popped him in his arm for showing off his sleeve
Lil' bitch ain't do her job right, I put her off the team
Shoot this bitch like I'm Curry from coming off the screen
Yeah, you think that bitch married, she taking off her ring
Freddie would never catch me sleep if I was off of a bean
Bitches call me Leatherface, the way I make them scream
It smelled like good weed when I linked up with Appleseed
Bitch, we got the juice like a motherfuckin' daiquiri
Trap spot jumping like a goddamn factory
Please don't make me put your best friend on a graphic tee
Go pistol shopping, I'ma get the one with a laser beam
Had to learn the hard way, dawg, now I save my cheese
Please don't play with me, won't let a bitch stay with me
Cause then she stuck with me, why you tryna fuck with me
Three handguns with a drum, that's a buck fifty
I don't shoot for me, I'ma shoot for everyone with me
Hypocrite, like I don't take the drugs, but they come with me
Lil' Wayne, ice in my veins, yeah, my blood chilly
T-Pain, I'll buy you a drink, you get drunk with me
Ex-bitch, keep coming back, she ain't done with me
Bitch, it's yo fault for real, cause you the one that trusted me
They ain't got no motion at all, they got dusty feet
I don't know what chop I'm finna hit shit this a mystery
All he seen was flashing lights, just like a Christmas tree
Make yo bitch fry some chicken, I need the biggest piece
Hear a big boom like 808s, but we ain't making beats