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Magnet's in my backseat
I'm fuckin' her good, I'm sweatin' like an athlete
I don't need bitch, step on her with my feet
Lil' bruh sent me some cheese for a fee
Comin' in clean with that stick
Change the color of his hair like bleach
You out my reach
I'm havin' paper, bitch, spit me
Bitch stick ARP, she can't sit me
056, yeah, with me
556, 762, hold up
Knock a nigga tooth, hold up
Connected to the money like Bluetooth, hold up
Just like a plug, make your ass wait, hold up
Sop bones in
Wipe a nigga nose, mouth, and chin (yeah)
New five magnets on my stick again
Ridin' 'round, smokin' on dope in that Benz
And I cannot trust a bitch with a lot of friends
Want a lot of sticks, want a lot of bands
Comin' in clean with clean and dirty hands
I stack up my paper, I stack up my bands
Yeah, I got knowledge hangin' with my dead friends
Yeah, dead friends, yeah, dead end
Got her fuckin', now we in the bed again
Jump on the money, left your ass on read again
Go berserk, I see red again
Go berserk, I'm still conscious, can't shed tears
Berserk, finna make it at your ears
Circle out like a motherfuckin' helicopter, don't come near
I'm geekin' like white boy on beer, yeah
Dead friends, yeah, dead end
Got her fuckin', now we in the bed again
Go berserk, I see red again
Dead friends, yeah, dead end