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Your buy boy the club on a Tuesday
Quarantined strippers staying 'til Thursday
That's finna be they last day
We weathermen we make it rain
21 what I spent on da chain
Jeans on Givenchy da fuck Balmain
Bitches when they need a dick I'm who they calling
And I'm still on my way to XXL
Y'all still can't get a show to sell
I'm sending shells
Send they ass to hell
Wish them well
Fuck that
Pull up I'm acting out pocket boy
Don't give a shit about what you talking boy
If it ain't put big Benjis in my wallet boy
Out my face imma act crazy like a wild boy
Soft like a buttercup uh uh
Hit my weed yuh gon cuff uh uh
You a fed working with the cops ah nah
Shit get messy let them pistol pop off
Living a rock star lifestyle nah I can't give up
Fucking on this stripper know I won't tip none
Always on 10 nah she can't come down
Why the fuck would I tip her sum
I'm on another level
Like I sold my soul to devil
In my heart I'm evil
Do a op dirty hit em with the medieval
Flow so tight
Colder than subzero tonight
Going 'til we see the lights
I'm faded AF can't drive
It is what is am I right
Let's hop in the ride
3rd gear to the crib we slide
Stripper pole inside
I wanna see you grind
Go slow take your time
Your buy boy the club on a Tuesday
Quarantined strippers staying 'til Thursday
That's finna be they last day
We weathermen we make it rain
21 what I spent on da chain
Jeans on Givenchy da fuck Balmain
Bitches when they need a dick I'm who they calling
Every time
They hit my line
Saying LUI g make my spine realine
I crack it out one time for the time
Ed Reed I'm the best cracker