| Bitch I’m poppin pills and potions got yo bitch right by my side
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| 2 3 bitches in the crib they gon' stay the fuckin night
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| Got that ice on my wrist bitch I got that frostbite
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| Bitch I keep a pistol tucked you can’t catch me lack tonight
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| I got bitches in the front
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| Whip a foreign just like that
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| I don’t even like to stunt
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| But yo bitch is on my back
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| Bitch I feel like playboi carti and I got my fuckin slats
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| Bad bitch bad bitch yea you know she throw it back
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| I got ice on my wrist Imma go and fuck his bitch
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| Bad bitch on my phone and she begging for a kiss
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| I got money on my mind I got vintage on my kicks
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| All these other rappers shit so I’m stuntin like a bitch
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| Bitch i’m poppin pills and potions got yo bitch right by my side
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| 2 3 bitches in the crib they gon stay the fuckin night
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| Got that ice on my wrist bitch I got that frostbite
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| Bitch I keep a pistol tucked you can’t catch me lack tonight
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| I got bitches in the front
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| Whip a foreign just lik that
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| I don’t even like to stunt
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| But yo bitch is on my back
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| Bitch I feel lik playboi carti and I got my fuckin slats
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| Bad bitch bad bitch yea you know she throw it back
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| Tell her to pass the elixir
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| Numbin the brain and pain so then I won’t miss her
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| Then it will fix her
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| Heart is ice cold like it just went through winter
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| Passin up the bottle have my liver take a swallow
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| Racin through the substance like an amg full throttle
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| I can take these other bitches that be all up on my text
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| They just not fillin up the empty half of the glass like I would expect
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| What you want from me
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| I been on a streak
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| You want more of me
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| It’s your fantasy
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| Growin up and growin up
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| If the money sick then I’m throwin up
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| And my rose runny like i’m running charts
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| If it’s a track meet then i’m going far
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| If you attack me then I’m Joan of Arc
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| And if i’m going up yea i’m off to mars
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| Bitch I’m poppin pills and potions got yo bitch right by my side
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| 2 3 bitches in the crib they gon' stay the fuckin night
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| Got that ice on my wrist bitch I got that frostbite
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| Bitch I keep a pistol tucked you can’t catch me lack tonight |