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I know your bitch too friendly, free ho
I'm Slipknot legend, good dope
When I feel like AD, I'ma fill up the sco'
My flow crazy, I know
Trae Young and McGrady, I sweep out the flo'
The fuck do you mean I ain't slick like flows?
I run in yo' shit, knockin' down the back do'
Nigga got hit with a G.I. Joe
Why they runnin' through the vault, tryna steal my flows?
Riri and Kylies, I been on these hoes
You aren't pullin' no bitches without sellin' shows
That ain't my baby, my .223 crazy
That choppa spit game, I'm in love she my favy
That lil bitch overrated, I shoot back and fade it
He ate bullets for breakfast, put him in the pavement
No talk and debatin', my new bitch an Asian
She be kickin' dope, she put that bitch in the pedigree
Half of these bitches off jiggas and ketamine
I just "skrt," now that nigga is nowhere ahead of me
Woah, woah
It got salty, I made a new recipe
Got a AMG, red with the leather seats
I'm the Ice Cream Man, feel like Master P
You got money now? Bitch, yes, obviously
I could go bar for bar, get to rappin' like Cassidy
Turn on the news, they gon' say it's a tragedy
I ain't look at yo' bitch, why she kept lookin' back at me? (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yes, we're uppin' the score (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Go 'head, turn it some more
His girlfriend say that she like me, of course
It's okay, me and money cannot get divorced (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Okay, pour me some mo' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Can't take pictures no mo'
They tried to ignore me, they passin' the torch
This is not Metro Boomin, I need me some mo'
Go, woah
Gettin' brash to my dreads like a muhfuckin' rasta
I got shooters and commas, I'm hittin' yo' partna'
In the trap beat, just will turn niggas to pasta
Got a NLE Choppa, my nigga a shotta
With a whole brick squad like I came in with Flocka
And that .223, shoot a hunnid somethin' rounds
Bet that MP5 dump a hunnid somethin' rounds
Bet that .223, shoot a hunnid somethin' rounds, yeah
Hunnid 50's on me now, yeah