| Sippin' on Wockesha with the seal, that shit was quicksand
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| She was mixin' Molly with the Yola, make a bitch dance
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| Fiends takin' Fentanyl, it got them niggas kickstand
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| Dude be always talkin' to the police, he the snitch man
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| Nigga, you trippin'
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| Said he dropped his mixtape on DatPiff, but who listen?
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| I don’t think the diamonds on this chain real, like, too glisten
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| I ain’t even satisfied with one, I need two bitches
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| Uh, respectfully
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| Notice how he had to pay for the head, I get neck for free
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| They be out here talkin' to feds, that sound fake to me
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| They on Instagram like a thugger, that’s some make-believe
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| I ain’t got no time to die, nigga, like I’m James Bond
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| How you say you down to ride, nigga, but you ain’t calm?
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| Bullets all up in your ride, nigga, call up State Farm, uh
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| , baby, go walk the, baby, she run that up
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| I got the K lately, I keep it off safety, I mean don’t touch
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| You niggas mad 'bout it, it’s 'cause they had doubted and now I’m up
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| I been the man, nigga, I know the plan, nigga, and y’all just stuck, uh
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| Pussy, cup is spillin' over
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| That ain’t even real drip, nigga, y’all rockin' Fashion Nova
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| Only speakin' real shit, nigga, I’m a fuckin' soldier
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| I’m the hardest of various ages, nigga, you should call me Hova
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| I let that ride 'cause they ain’t understand
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| But I bet your baby mama knows that I’m the fuckin' man
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| And I walk around with Pistols on me and these fuckin' bands
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| If you try to run up on me, nigga, there ain’t no fuckin' chance
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| Sippin' on Wockesha with the seal, that shit was quicksand
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| She was mixin' Molly with the Yola, make a bitch dance
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| Fiends takin' Fentanyl, it got them niggas kickstand
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| Dude be always talkin' to the police, he the snitch man
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| Uh-uh, uh-uh, Hov |