| Yeah-ah-ah
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| Yeah-ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Got a Glock in a lap, lil' bitch, you ain’t safe
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| And I’m sippin' on lean but this shit is laced
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| Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
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| Little bitch, I don’t like you, you’re a little disgrace
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| Got a Glock in a lap, lil' bitch, you ain’t safe
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| And I’m sippin' on lean but this shit is laced
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| Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
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| Little bitch, I don’t like you, you’re a little disgrace
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| I’m so cocky, nigga, I got seven rings
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| I just pulled up to your town and your bitch, she wanna link
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| I was talking to this bitch, she put Xannies in my drinks
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| All this liquor in my body, I don’t think that I can think (Uh-huh)
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| But that’s okay
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| Me and gang pulling up to your birthday
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| Bitch, I’m speeding in the droptop, highway
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| I can hear these niggas hate, don’t care what they say (Fye)
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| Old friends, yeah, they see me on the front page
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| Magazine, interviews, yeah, your loves fake
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| You be on some bullshit, I can’t associate
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| Lil' nigga, music trash, you can’t get on stage
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| Paparazzi, yeah, they everywhere
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| This shit blindin' me, I can’t see a thing
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| Dude was doubting me, now I’m a fuckin' king
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| I make more than your fucking dad and I just fucking sing
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| Got a Glock in a lap, lil' bitch, you ain’t safe
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| And I’m sippin' on lean but this shit is laced
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| Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
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| Little bitch, I don’t like you, you’re a little disgrace
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| Got a Glock in a lap, lil' bitch, you ain’t safe
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| And I’m sippin' on lean but this shit is laced
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| Feel like Kurtains with them tracksuits, aim at his face
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| Little bitch, I don’t like you, you’re a little disgrace
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| It’s really funny 'cause like my opps really cannot escape me
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| Like whenever I drop, like, SoundCloud just puts a notification, like,
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| they’re gonna see it, like, ha (Fye) |