| Your bitch look like she want to fuck some
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| That’s what I did when I came in the room and I hit her with the uh (hit it!)
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| When a nigga hit the plug, when I nigga hit the trap and I hit em with the pump
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| Look at the pot, look at the egg beater, hit em with the uh (skkrt)
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| Hit em with it, hit em with it
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| Hit em with it
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| Hit em with it, hit em with it
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| Hit em with it
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| Hit em with it, hit em with it
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| Hit em with it
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| Hit em with it, hit em with it
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| Hit em with it
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| Hit it hit it, man I’m tryna stretch it to a whole fifty
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| Hit the juug, man I’m tryna put you niggas on if you with it
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| You niggas in your own lane, Migo gang in a division
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| Hit the pot just for the extras, abracadabra it’s missing
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| Hit the pot, hit it hit it hit it, make em take that like Diddy
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| Fuck fuck nigga talking, pull up on the block with extensions
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| Look up the statistics, I’m worth a million
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| I might pull up in the coupe and hurt your feelings
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| If you shooting at a nigga, better hit him
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| Cause you never know, he could come back and hit you
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| Hit em with it, remix em
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| Beat em with it, I’m a go and beat em with it
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| I won’t ever leave it in her
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| Bullets hit the Sprinter, you sweeter than a cinnamon
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| I’m checking my agenda, you niggas acting feminine
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| Had enough to pay my dividends, Migos I’m a citizen
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| It was evident we had to stay passionate
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| Pissing diamonds accident, my money is immaculate
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| Hit em with the tackle
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| Pull out the chopper, not fronting I’ll rush em
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| Sipping on Actavis in my blood vessel
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| I am not a mason but I’m rocking Margiella’s
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| Higher than a motherfucker, just like a propeller
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| I’m riding in the Mulsanne, Bentley got umbrellas
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| My plug’s too far so I tell a nigga mail em
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| Nigga talking crazy like he want to buck
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| Hit him with the uppercut, I make him knuckle up
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| Pull up in the Lamborghini Murcielago to
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| Make your bitch buckle up, turn me up
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| Sipping on poison ivy, but nigga check my double cup
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| My brothers know Isley, tweety bird tweeting in my Bentley truck
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| Nigga talking bout a check then I’m a run it up
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| Shots fired at my sprinter bus, bap bap bap, grrrrrrraow
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| Nobody got hit, it was ten of us
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| , and they pulling up
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| Pick up the victim, then I point it up
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| Start busting, ain’t no need to load it
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| I hit the gas, take out their expedition truck |