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Jay, look at this shit, too crazy, too crazy, too crazy, too crazy
Bitch, yeah, it's a perk and my drink got me moving different
Glock 34 with the button and the cooling kit
Click that bitch to the right side so you can shoot it quicker
Put a suppressor on the Glock, it sound like a whistle
Eat the dick up and get drops, that's my favorite sweeper
Perk 10, I don't fuck with Xans, cause them bitches cheaper
Bitch, I'm from the O, throwing bees, but I'm not from Beecher
I'm a nigga tryna get a verse, I slime them for a feature
I done made $20,000 trapping in Adidas
I ain't fucking with new niggas, you can't get a feature
I was on my last perk 10, scats made me split it
Bitch, keep begging me to fuck, made my mans hit her
Bust a play down, if bro ain't got it, you know I'ma split it
Cross the plug over for the bag, bitch, that's free chicken
Old plug tryna tax me for the drink, now I ain't out of Trishy
I'm locked in with the bag, I'm tryna stack a Bentley
Take the bows to KY, but they coming from Michigan
If they flick me, I ain't trafficking, I'm delivering
Bitch, I'm locked in with the plug, nigga, fuck a middleman
I still have my fiends smoking for a half a gram
Rofe fell asleep in the booth, I gotta record myself
Nigga thought he had some Zaza bows, but it was bottom shelf
If you told, then you bold, bitch, you not my mans