| Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, ayy, ayy
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| And I’m back on my Baby Jesus shit, man
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| Just got some gorilla glue, it came with seeds, I’ma pop em out and act like
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| it’s OG
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| I’ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got 'em for a thousand,
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| sell 'em for the three
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| Nigga keep blowin' up my phone, cryin' to me, tryna get me sellin' for the cheap
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| No, bitch, you ain’t got no receipt, uh, ain’t no refunds on a P, uh
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| I got a bitch that’s a freak, she’s on my side of town, so she stay up the
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| street, uh
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| I don’t like talking to broke bitches, I remain silent like they the police, uh
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| My bitches know I’m a dog, I’ma go fuck another bitch, I need a leash, uh
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| Baby Jesus, he ain’t from Miami, but that nigga ballin', then he got the heat,
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| huh?
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| Please don’t compare me to rap niggas, ain’t no comparison, I’m too unique, uh
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| Dunkin' on niggas above the rim, shoutout to Money Man, he did the feat', uh
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| I hit the yo, do a remix, embarrass a rapper and shit on his beat, uh
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| Somebody, I’m moving Savage and put me in beast mode, now it’s time to eat
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| Just got some gorilla glue, it came with seeds, I’ma pop em out and act like
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| it’s OG
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| I’ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got 'em for a thousand,
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| sell 'em for the three
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| Nigga keep blowin' up my phone, cryin' to me, tryna get me sellin' for the cheap
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| No, bitch, you ain’t got no receipt, uh, ain’t no refunds on a P, uh
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| DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, uh, ayy
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| And I’m back on my Baby Jesus shit man |