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What the fuck you talking about
What the fuck you talking about
Bro, I literally saw you with her
What the fuck you talking about
What the fuck you talking about
You ain't got more money than me, nigga, shut your
Chrome hearts with givinchy bitch, I'm mixing that shit up
I'm gon' tuck that fucking blick up in my pocket, we gon' stick it up
Pop him like a motherfucking pill incase he acting up
Codeine, I keep mixing it up ,Codeine, I keep
Mixing up
Yeah, just mix it up
I got Codeine in my soda, I keep mixing up
I got Codeine in my soda, I can't give it up
I just want that boy to talk, so I can fuck him up
Tell that bitch I'm jay katana, I can fuck your pussy up
I'm doing more numbers than these niggas, plus I got my money up
How the fuck these niggas feel, cause I got ten songs out
Niggas can't compete with me, so what the fuck you talking about
What the fuck you talking about
What the fuck you talking about
Bro, I literally saw you with her
What the fuck you talking about
What the fuck you talking about
You ain't got more money than me, nigga, shut your
Eish
Real life rockstar, bitch, I got my leather jacket
Real life punkstar, bitch, I'm rocking leather pants
Swag just too advanced
The drugs I take , too enhanced
She sucking the dick with two hands
On a private jet I keep my bands in a school bag
And I been a nigga since I been watching Cool Kids
Flexing on these niggas, I got Hermes on my wristband
Running around, blue bands
Like I'm fucking Smurf
Ray gun on my hip feel like doctor doofenshmirtz
Superstar don't call my phone i'm tapped out in my fucking zone
I did it on my fucking own
That nigga freestyle every day, but he trash , so I don't wanna hear that song
Bitch my gun gon' buss that shit gon' masterbate
Balenciaga is what I'm stepping in
All black fit , givinchy , I got melanin
Man that pussy pink inside, like watermelon