(Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent) (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check This Patek baguetty, made twenty more mill' Drop on the opp, and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills My youngins go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch" Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect Fuck in the back in the Bach with the curtains Fuck from the back, and this bitch started squirtin' No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian Ooh, go get this bitch a new purse, cool I drive my car, how I'm feelin'? Shе outta lane, she healin' Now shе on a plane, she chillin' and she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it? I know that nigga wanna kill it 'cause she in a villa, going HAM with Tequila Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah) It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in Woah, this that go shit (That go shit) This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)
Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek Nigga, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep Water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach Pull up to your block with a motherfuckin' thotty Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body Y'all niggas trappin' out the hotel lobby Wipe a niggas nose like that motherfucker snotty I'm in the trap with a thick bitch Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it Most you niggas fried like a fishstick If he a snitch, can't kick it I'm with the gang and we deep Just like a dog, put a nigga to sleep Bad lil' bitch try to send me on the sneak No TLC, but a nigga gotta creep Shoot it like JJ (JJ) , spin a nigga block like a Beyblade If I hit the block that's a payday, hurricane AP, A Bay Bay Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime) Killin' the crib with no cutter, feelin' like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah) It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in Woah, this that go shit (That go shit) This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)
Abracadabra, my bitch way badder, my wrist out the motherfuckin' batter (Slatt) Fish parquet, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I fucked up my bladder (Yeah) Motherfuck a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God) Everything else you speakin' about, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt) Yeah, fishscale, no scale, weigh it up I spent twenty mil' on a crib, pay it up In Dubai but the bitch from Israel Call my phone, you fine as hell In designer, but I will kill You done sipped you a pharmacy, I can tell, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah) My bitch, wrist clean, I flex, don't bend, I am the king (The king) Hundred bands can clean up the scene (On God) Had your wife and you thought it was a dream Nigga kicked through the door with the bling I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah) It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in Woah, this that go shit (That go shit) This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)
Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business Pull up to the club with a pole on me, niggas thinkin' I been fishin' Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, "Ho, I'm really pimpin'"
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