| If they wrap your body up, they ain’t gon' remember you
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| Used to pour the drank up, had too many minerals
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| Hop on the jet, might fly to Senegal
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| Y’all do baguettes, I’ma do the emeralds
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| All on the islands, nah, I’m not Gilligan
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| Bad bitch talk loud, must be Dominican
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| Wrist on ice cube, all about the Benjamins
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| First they didn’t like me, now they wanna be friends again
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| Pussy so wet, she soaked my Versace
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| Gave me more head than she gave me body
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| Bitch thinkin' she slick 'cause she fuckin' Lil Yachty
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| Shout out my nigga, just beat a lil' body
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| Niggas actin' like Big Meech on the iPad
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| RIP, niggas gon' type that
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| Love all my fans even if I don’t write back
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| Ask your favorite rapper where the fuck he get his stripes at?
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| Watches don’t tick tock, you should see my wrist lock
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| Bang bang, Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got a big Glock
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| And I went platinum way before hip-hop
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| Used to play knick-knock, now I got rich opps
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| Almost caught me a case but these niggas be tellin'
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| I done caught me a wave, then a nigga start sailin'
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| Rollin' big Backwoods of that MegaWellness
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| Ain’t good in one hood, these niggas be wellin'
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| 1942, know what she goin' do
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| Fuck her to some Bad Bunny, we gon' make a porn too
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| Screaming free Ralo, used to sell dogfood
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| Please don’t make the wrong move, sic the dog on you
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| This is an encore, fuck I gotta front for?
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| Runnin' with some niggas who’ll kick in your front door
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| Naturally bad, but she love the damn contour
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| European swag, tell a fuck nigga bonjour
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| All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
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| All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
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| All this swag got me in my bag
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| Oh, all this swag make a nigga jet lag
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| Hatin' ass niggas, they ain’t blockin' my path
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| They envy a nigga, they jockin' my swag
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| I got a .40 cal in a man bag
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| Forty thou' in my Amiri jeans, bitch, they on sag
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| I got a bitch look like Meagan Good
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| When she playin' 'em waist-deep, lil' bitch, she a freak
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| I just bought me a coupe with the trunk in the hood and the bitch ain’t come
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| with a key
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| I gotta keep me an ARP in case a fuck nigga ever try to run up on me
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| I was on the corner like Champ Bailey, tryna pick off every nigga,
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| tryna get one on me
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| Fucking on models, Victoria’s Secret
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| Look at my pockets, they on Rikishi
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| Wake they ass up, boy, I heard they got sleepy
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| KiKi ain’t love me, I’m in Waikiki
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| On my sneaks, fifteen hundred my feet
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| And he wasn’t worth a body, so I’d rather murk a beat
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| I done lost a couple of mine fuckin' with these streets
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| But you better bet the other side feelin' my grief
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| These niggas be hurtin', that hatin' not workin'
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| Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin'
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| I’m fuckin' your bitch, she know that you purpin'
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| She lovin' my drip, a nigga be surfin'
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| I ain’t goin' outside 'less I got a cutter on me
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| I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me
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| Name your top five, girl, they ain’t got nothin' on me
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| Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me
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| These niggas be hurtin', that hatin' not workin'
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| Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin'
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| I’m fuckin' your bitch, she know that you purpin'
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| She lovin' my drip, a nigga be surfin'
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| I ain’t goin' outside 'less I got a cutter on me
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| I ain’t been the same nigga since they took my brother from me
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| Name your top five, girl, they ain’t got nothin' on me
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| Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me
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| 'Member I ain’t have a rubber on me? |
| Haha |