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First off, fuck these R.A.s, they steady on my dick
Saw some foul shyt comin, got up thru quick
Bitch talkin' bout I healed her problem, I must be sick
Yeah bro you got it while I'm still holdin on my stick
I didn't even mean to ice the hair, I guess I am a trick
I swear I ain't press send, I think that I misclick
You can't talk anyway until you touch a brick bitch
Yeah I said get your money up
I'm so fuckin' high, I unlocked a double jump
My Glock shoot twice at once, he thought I had double pump
Goofy, if you think I'm cuffin, these broads are corrupt
I need to shake back, man I'm in a fuckin slump
Where my fuckin' stimmy at? Man fuck that nigga Trump
Yoke that nigga up they tried to play em like a chump
Grabbing on yo bitch ass her shit lowkey plump (Hold on)
I ain't even tryna get freaky
Noddin' off this drank, I think I'm lowkey gettin' sleepy
Bouncin' on my tippy toes, yeah, we gettin' sneaky
Her shit hella wet, put on goggles, we gettin' leaky (cmon)
Big red boots, gave us drip, we gettin' squeaky (cmon)
All that snitchin' on the guys, don't think we'll catch you at that desk
Don't come knockin' on the door unless you got a strap and vest
Told niggas that I live in Kreischer bitch, I am not a guest
Dumbass bitch keep tryna come around, she a fuckin' pest
What the fuck you stackin' up? cause that is not no pape
Only a mill is some racks to us you gon' have to chase
She tryna claim me as her nigga, that is not the case
Who the fuck gon' catch me lackin? that bitch on my waist (yeah)
Who the fuck think they gon' come and kill me
Like bitch, you can come and try
Only shoot with one eye open, think we out here playin' I spy
And when these dumbass hoes be hittin' me up, I leave my phone when it's dry
He walkin' around like he got a S up on his chest, but he can't fly
S up on my chest, don't call me Clark Kent
Told my nigga, chill, he get the oding off the fent
When we pull up, don't fold, stand on what you meant
Niggas be like, they pockets green, it's really full of lint