| Pull-pull up to the function, I’m already clutchin'
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| She grab on my dick, I’m just grabbing on something
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| Selling some lean, mix the Xan with the 'tussin
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| He said he would slide, well he ain’t, so he bluffin'
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| I got the glicky, I can’t wait to dump it
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| All on my waist like imagine me running
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| Her pussy on me so I can’t wait to fuck it
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| Duck duck goose, you best get to that ducking
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| Not about money then there’s no discussion
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| We got those drills, you get screwed like I’m clutchin
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| I got the Mac on my side and it’s fucking
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| I-I got yo' bitch on my right and she sucking
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| I walk around in the night, look for trouble
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| Weapons «bwah» just like a puddle
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| Look what I got coming out of the mud
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| I fuck on yo' bitch, no, I’m not trying to cuddle
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| Di-dick in my grip with this mufuckin' shovel
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| I’m all in his spot, I’m invading his place
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| I pull out the piece, bitch, you look like a puzzle
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| I shoot through the pillow so the sound is muffled
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| Don’t let me catch you in the dark, you get shot too
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| The way
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| The way that you move it go hard, like my cock do
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| I walk through the door and the chop starts to drop
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| Bitch, I got Rank, you were sniffing on Fisker
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| I feel the spots in my lungs when I inhale
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| You kill me now, I’ll be waiting down in hell
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| Penetrate her with my dick and I impale
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| You ain’t the plug, you the fourth fuckin' resale
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| I get what I want, bitch I ain’t paying retail (Aye!)
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| No BTS, I make the K pop
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| These rappers sweet like I went into K-Pop
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| Bitch, I’m on go at all times, don’t even say stop
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| I’m going like I just felt a raindrop
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| You try to test me, you gon' get yo' gang popped
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| I spend a bag every day, fuck a budget
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| When I walk in, already know get to ducking
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| Glock .19 Jeff out when I’m tucking
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| Silencer on so you can’t hear the ruckus
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| He want it now cause he know that I’m buckin'
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| I shoot at mines, I don’t shoot at no buckets
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| Shoot at a distance, I make that shit subtle
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| He gettin' popped, popped like a bubble
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| Don’t let me find out where you live and you sleep
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| I’ma kick in the door, at the night I won’t creep
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| Hit a stain in your house and your life I delete
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| He was actin' all hard till I told him to meet
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| Tryna act like you hard then I give you the heat
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| If you try to run from me, get shot in yo' feet
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| They said I was out floggin', I need a receipt
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| I ain’t Russ, I pull up myself if yo go tweet
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| It’s a rotten life, bitch, my whole gang is elite
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| Beat his ass and I stomp his ass out in some cleats
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| All my shooters is foreign and come from the streets
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| Anyone tryna run up, they gon' get defeat
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| Get a bag, go to sleep, then I wake up, repeat
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| If I ain’t make no money, my day ain’t complete
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| My day not done
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| I am not clingy to no one but guns
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| This rap shit I do, I ain’t do it for fun
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| You wanna work with me I want some funds
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| I need some guap, yeah bitch, I want my mon'
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| 83, Swerzie, we pull up, you better run
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| I’m on his head like he went tied a bun
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| Black and White Vans, I’ma call em' my nun
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| You try to talk to me like you is bout it then went I paid visits you wasn’t on
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| nun'
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| He try to start shit, then I made it done
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| I’m clutchin' the Glock, go 'head, try to do something (Bitch)
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| Look, look, skr
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| Rotten life, bitch! |