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The bottle's out
The coked up models out
To be honest that ain't what I'm all about
The goonies out
The intelligent girls with the booties out
Looking like a movie now
Everybody moving now
You know Drew's got the luscious out
The dealers out
You just gotta feel 'em out
You know they trying to move the loud
Look
Even the writers is out
Not the type that write about what you read
Seem more like the sniper type
Get it in the height of night, dead of night
Let 'em light L's in the club
Let 'em cyph it'll get 'em hype
The bag's out
You rolling up the damn blunt
It's looking like a dad pouch
The cats and the drags out
Shave but the stash out
The ravers out, the skaters out, the haters out
The haters getting struck slapped
Kids all about the paper route
If you a weirdo put your hands up
If you got a ego just stand up, man up 'cause

I know you shook shit sticking to the book bitch
I don't give a fuck about y'all
'Cause I got my whole crew coming son
Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one
I know you shook shits sticking to the book bitch
I don't give a fuck about y'all
'Cause I got my whole crew coming son
Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one

Slicky's through, oh shit Mykki's through Blanco
I'm voguing, type of shit Wiki do
I'm posing looking like a pretty bull
Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too
Slicky's through, oh shit Mykki's through Blanco
I'm vogue and type of shit Wiki do
I'm posing looking like a pretty bull
Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too

I always pity fools, I was pitiful
They don't know how to act, always grin at you
Then I rap all them syllables
Back at my pinnacle
I'm bashful, granted you
After I'm back, to Madison street not the ave
I speak to my lads it's 88 deep out at 88 Palace, yeet
Game face looking like I'm gonna weep
Listen to the beat, bop to it
Don't drop the handle
Camo pant be rock on the dancefloor
Can't handle your liquor or you're in a pickle
When it hits you, it gets you sick, it's a little dribble
To the bathroom, long lines getting sniffled
That's why I piss in the bottle in the back
And yell "Bono", I throw it in the trash

I know you shook shits sticking to the book bitch
I don't give a fuck about y'all
'Cause I got my whole crew coming son
Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one
I know you shook shits sticking to the book bitch
I don't give a fuck about y'all
'Cause I got my whole crew coming son
Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one

Slicky's through, oh shit Mykki's through Blanco
I'm voguing, type of shit Wiki do
I'm posing looking like a pretty bull
Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too
Slicky's through, oh shit Mykki's through Blanco
I'm vogue and type of shit Wiki do
I'm posing looking like a pretty bull
Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too
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