| Trapped the whole winter, scammed for the summer
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| Came to America with dope in her stomach
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| Spent eleven hundred on these Valentino runners
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| We just fuckin' for the summer, 'fore I hit, I change my number
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| Packman on the track? |
| It’s a slapper
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| I’ll jump off a bridge 'fore I put my dick in plastic
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| I was so fucked up that I had to sell plasma
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| If my bitch say, «Bless you,» when you sneeze, you can have her
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| Don’t blame me if you broke, you just a woulda, coulda, shoulda
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| Try to rob me, you hear the booka, booka, booka
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| I don’t like good girls, I like hooker, hooker, hookers
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| And I don’t sell crack, I’m givin' niggas booger sugar
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| Call the plug, and he pullin' up on a Kawasaki
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| Tell my brother if he catch a body, then I’m tellin' mommy
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| Hallelujah, Jesus Christ, but I’m with a thousand ahkis
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| Came up from sellin' pussy, free my nigga Joe Exotic
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| She said she can feel it in her stomach, stop capping
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| Ol' lyin' ass bitch, my dick ain’t that big
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| Cougar bitch, but she look good, Toni Braxton
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| I-I-I-I-I got low self-esteem, I was a fat kid
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| Suck it good, chew it, then swallow, Sour Patch Kid
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| My bitch 'bout to leave me 'cause I’m built like Patrick
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| I nut super quick and I be weighin' down the mattress
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| On the low, dawg, I’m tired of this fat shit
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| I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I ain’t signed to nobody, bitch, I work for me
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| Bitch fucked an opp for revenge, she think she hurtin' me
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| Caught 'em both slippin' at the movies, gave 'em First Degree
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| Rihanna got warts, in that case, bitch, herpe me
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| I tell a bitch if she ain’t suckin' dick, then leave me be (Hah)
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| I need a freaky ho to eat the dingaling, yeah (On God)
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| And don’t get red, your baby mama off of ching-a-ling
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| I think she think me and her got a thing (Naw)
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| Bitch, naw, you ain’t gettin' a damn thing but my balls (Okay)
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| Don’t reply to your texts, I’m ignorin' your calls, look (Bitch)
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| Gotta hit the trap, I got plays for that raw (I do)
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| Whole thangs, we got bricks, we got blocks of that dog (We does)
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| Break it down, watch me boogie on that pussy while I’m smokin' booky (Ooh)
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| Huh, baby daddy talkin' tough, I give that boy a noogie (Lame)
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| Still make his baby mama stuff a script up in her tushie (I will)
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| Used to skip school with them sticks, playin' hockey hooky (Get it?)
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| Catch a snitch lackin' on his balcony, Tekashi (Lame)
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| My Asian nigga keep a hot chop clip, wasabi
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| Packman got some fat fans in the lobby (He do)
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| Skuba Steve got some lame niggas tryna clout chase
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| Packman ate your grandmama with the pound cake
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| Skuba Steve movin' every gram down to the shake
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| Hmm, fuck a pandemic, Flint water been fucked up, huh
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| Ain’t nobody send nobody there to help us, huh
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| Bounce back, shake back, picked our self up, huh (Tell 'em)
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| Still trap around this bitch, the Lord blessed us, huh (Talk)
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| I got 'bows in the mail when I wake up, huh (Okay)
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| I might give that bitch a Perc' if she take one (Nigga, do it)
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| You can’t hit that dope with no two, don’t even take one (Do it, do it)
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| Huh, you ain’t never had no topside, we got A1, huh (Okay)
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| I done ran up a hundred through this quarantine, huh (You trippin')
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| Ain’t shit boring 'bout them bands, give me more heem (Okay)
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| You’ll never hear no bitch say she bored with me (Not ever)
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| You’ll never hear no nigga say he hard as me, huh (Not never)
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| If the nigga play, then he gon' be a corpse, uh (On God)
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| Baby Drac', got the chop and a 40
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| I’m super healthy, mixin' syrup with the Jamba Juice
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| You ever got head from a fiend that was snaggletooth?
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| Home Depot, when we slide down, we bring them hammers through
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| Chopper with the knife, it’ll slice a nigga cabbage loose
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| Before I trick with a bitch, I’ll wear a condom
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| I hate to eat fruit, my diet bad, so she hate to swallow
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| I’m really fucked up, they put gin in my baby bottle
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| Tell my brother if he catch another body, I’ma tell my mama
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| Fire top, lockjaw, had to grab the bed
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| She like Perc' dick when we fuckin', let me grab my meds
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| Popped a nigga, but he didn’t die, he went and grabbed the feds
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| When I eat your pussy from the back, baby, grab my head
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| Ugh, I’m complacent now
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| K bullets flyin' through the crib and flipped the place around |
| Was in a one bedroom, it’s lookin' spacious now
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| Vacuum seal some rabbit food, voila, I can make a pound
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| Whip a pint with some wood, I’m a lumberjack
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| Nigga mad his bitch fucked me, didn’t even hump her back
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| Instead of slidin', beefin' bout a bitch, you need to dump her ass
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| This bop stick’ll fuck a pornstar, it got the nuts attached
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| Okay, listen, I’m 'bout to quit rappin'
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| I like my bitches dumb and illiterate, 'cause they get nasty
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| Donut eatin' got me diabetes, nigga, fuck salad
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| My bitch cheatin', fed her to the animals, Carole Baskin
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| Whip a four, ayy, huh (Mmm)
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| Serve a four-piece, huh (Mmm)
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| FN, front seat where ya ho be (Mmm)
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| I put tints on my nephew Huffy bike, keep him low-key (Bitch)
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| I ain’t extra, bitch, you special if you get close to me, huh (Uh, yeah)
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| Everybody 'round me rich, how it’s 'posed to be (Uh, yeah)
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| Big booty buttnaked bitch while I roll my weed (Uh, yeah)
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| Lil' thot, I’m a million-dollar nigga, hop on your knees
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| You ain’t never seen forty thousand in all blue cheese
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| Told DT put it on the opps, that’s all you need
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| We gon' bick back, drop a pop, and watch all you bleed, huh
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| Watch all y’all die, huh, watch all you dead, huh
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| Bitch it’s get back gang, need all that bread, huh (Yeah)
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| Got scopes with the yops, we aimin' at heads, huh (Bang)
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| We scrapin' niggas whole blocks, they aimin' at legs (Goofy)
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| Like we gotta get equal, you heard what I said (You hear me?)
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| Like we gotta get even, you know how we play it (Do you hear me?)
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| Like this rifle illegal, I’m still gon' spray it, huh (On God)
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| I might shoot it diagonal and knock off his mans, huh
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| Me and Stewie high fivin', we done dropped a nigga, huh
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| Me and relative got a smile, know what time it is, huh
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| Meet TayTay on a mile for a pound of meds (Yeah)
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| 'Bout to jugg a nigga outta town, I ain’t stoppin' shit (On God)
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| Nutball, probably gave your titi a crack rock (For real)
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| Lil' bro’ll beat your ass if you try some shit, duh |