| And I got a Glock for the shooter
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| Pull up on Lil Uzi, she gon' give the coochie, huh
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| Young rich nigga, I knew it
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| Young rich nigga, she said, «I knew it» (Yeah)
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| All these drugs that I’m on take my soul and my body
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| I’m a young rich nigga, bitch, I’m a Prada zombie
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| Laid up with your bitch, kick it, eatin' calamari
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| Shorty suck me so good, don’t even get me started
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| Shit on these niggas, I’m sorry, not sorry
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| Droppin' the top, I’ma flex in the 'Rari
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| I am so off of this Earth, I’m a martian
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| Smashin' this ho, she a thot, she a Barbie
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| I ain’t even showin' no love, niggas ain’t showed no love to us
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| And I’m on all these drugs, pop one, sip some', mix it up
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| Hottest young nigga in the sun, say you want smoke, I’ll never run
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| Should’ve already known from the jump, bitch, I am the chosen one
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| Brand new chopper got kickback, kickback (Yeah)
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| All inside her mouth like a Tic-Tac, Tic-Tac (Yeah)
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| Drip on my body cost ten racks, mismatch
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| Kill a nigga mama, guns up, yeah, click-clack
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| Put some money on my head, tell your shooter get that shit back
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| How the fuck you think you street? |
| Lil' nigga, you’s a real rat
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| Convertible Masi', the top, it gon' peel back
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| Niggas tell in they rappin', no, I cannot feel that
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| Made up your mind, I lose it
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| Glock .40 shootin', blood just oozin', huh
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| Put a lil' bitch in some Pucci
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| Know she a groupie, I just want coochie
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| Hit her in the backseat listening to Uzi
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| I just wan' fuck her if shorty could use me
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| Dior my demin, no, I don’t wear Nudy
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| As soon as I get the money, I abuse it
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| All these drugs that I’m on take my soul and my body
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| I’m a young rich nigga, bitch, I’m a Prada zombie
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| Laid up with your bitch, kick it, eatin' calamari
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| Shorty suck me so good, don’t even get me started
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| Shit on these niggas, I’m sorry, not sorry
|
| Droppin' the top, I’ma flex in the 'Rari
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| I am so off of this Earth, I’m a martian
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| Smashin' this ho, she a thot, she a Barbie
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| I ain’t even showin' no love, niggas ain’t showed no love to us
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| And I’m on all these drugs, pop one, sip some', mix it up
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| Hottest young nigga in the sun, say you want smoke, I’ll never run
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| Should’ve already known from the jump, bitch, I am the chosen one |