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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep- keep beatin' up the pot, now my hands hurt
These diamonds they fuckin' my hands hurt (Huh)
I carry the game like a Jansport (Yeah)
I fell in love with a dancer (Yeah)
Bitch on the bed, had the pants hurt
Racks in my pockets, my pants hurt
I fuck on my hoe, beat it cancer (Yeah)
This shit been, I carry my brand first
I know she can't trust the diamonds hit the dank
My dog rock Cujo, hangin' with some puppies
My dog rock Cujo, bitch we hang with puppies
Five hundred sevens, I ain't steppin' rugged
Dog got a blick, I know he ain't bluffin', uh
Wait, circle for fuckin' (Come on)
Wait, suck, tryna fuck me (Come on)
Wait, wait, bitch tryna fuck me, uh
Ran it back just like I'm Sanders
Know they ain't been hear the sound like Amber (Yeah)
Yeah, and got drip racks from Sanders (Yeah)
Made a thousand off it, what's your gram worth? (Damn)
I get some fuck dollars with my grandmers
Thought I had a score, I ain't leavin' standards (Yeah)
Send the tools out, my standards
She was suckin' dick, I told her Sanders
Keep beatin' up the pot, now my hands hurt
These diamonds they fuckin' my hands hurt (Ow)
I carry the game like a Jansport (Yeah)
I fell in love with a dancer (Come on)
Bitch on the bed, had the pants hurt
Racks in my pockets, my pants hurt
I fuck on my hoe, beat it cancer (Yeah)
This shit been, I carry my brand first (Haha)