| Then come to the mic like shit nigga, haha
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| And I made this off the green, I couldn’t find no more lean
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| Hahahaha, it’s bad, haha, bitch, hahaha
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| Oh shit, hahaha
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| Clowns, they all hating
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| Nobody never gave me nothing, on my baby
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| Where was you when I was hittin' gates in Maisons
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| Scuff marks and I just bought these yesterday
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| Bag chasing, in the coupe drag racing
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| These niggas dorks, all you niggas will get torched
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| We know who winning, you ain’t gotta check the score
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| Off this mud, I’m abusing Morton Grove
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| Off a twenty, I would say I’m more than poured
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| These niggas jaycats, I’m flu flamming off PayPal
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| Ten mopsticks all in the couch in my case files
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| But don’t nobody know you when the D.A. |
| playing foul
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| And all these bitches want you when they hear you getting out
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| But I ain’t fuckin' with 'em, the fuck I look like, a clown?
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| Goddamn
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| Too busy flu flamming mansions
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| I told her baby what’s up with all them niggas you barebacking?
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| You curving niggas on the Gram but you’s a backseat bandit
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| I told the bitch I was too busy flu flamming mansions
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| You curving niggas on the Gram but you’s a backseat bandit
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| SaysoTheMac, I’m flu flamming her trap
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| Backseat with the trick, busting bareback
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| Twenty hunduns what the bitch better bring back
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| You wifing a ho, you better get that ring back
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| The twat got elastic, backseat bandit
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| She ate two xanax, fuckin' with all the plastics
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| She drastically out of pocket, she get her ass kicked
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| Sucking dick with dry lips, get her a chapstick
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| SaysoTheMac, king of firing a fag bitch
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| Broke ass niggas mad 'cause they ain’t got a bag bitch
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| Pull up at the Slauson just to polish my teeth
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| I had to break the lil bitch before she polished my meat
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| Too busy flu flamming mansions
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| I told her baby what’s up with all them niggas you barebacking?
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| You curving niggas on the Gram but you’s a backseat bandit
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| I told the bitch I was too busy flu flamming mansions
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| You curving niggas on the Gram but you’s a backseat bandit
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| Damn baby, haha
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| I’m trying to figure out what’s going on, like
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| Shit, like, you on like curving and all that
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| Bitch all them followers and all that shit, yeah
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| Hundred, two thousand, three thousand, hundred thousand, million
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| Like, like you the bareback champion bitch, like
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| Bitch you need to chill out like
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| You in that coupe goin' crazy, what you talkin' 'bout?
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| Like damn daddy
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| She’s a backseat bandit
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| I’m saying though, hey hey free everybody, hey
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| Y’all know, y’all know what’s up
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| Bitch you know what them seats look like, bitch, hahahaha |