Throw the hood up and then we skirt off
Sliding in that Trackhawk all my jewelry on, my shirt off
Turn the phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off
This a fast car, but I’m moving slow, I like my syrup raw
Every n**** ’round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off
I don’t bark, I bite, I got more paper than yo big dawg
Wanna change yo life, my best advice, a brick of fentanyl
This bitch type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off
Ain’t too many like me, 99% of them rip offs
On point even at her spot, I never take my kicks off
Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on
You get in yo feelings and make diss songs
I make at yo people’s house outside shooting they blicks homes
And I’m still good on every block I used to knock P’s on
Boss, I get you chopped, my name ain’t something that you should speak on
Pulled out twenty something, just to let Johnny put my teeth on
My money ten feet tall, but I ain’t something you should shoot at
Kill something, you won’t lock in with us, I thought you knew that
My plug drove the load in on the truck, next day he flew back
I talk so much shit, I need a Tic Tac
I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap
Spotted a new strand smoking yo man, this here a wolf pack
Up on the scoreboard, we still active like we don’t get back
Only thing gon’ take that pain away is if you get racks
Forever get my lick back
Sucking this bitch titty like I’m tryna get some syrup out it
Opps shot at me ten years ago, n***** still getting murked ’bout it
I put on so many white diamonds made a snow bunny get cockeyed
Slime that bitch out to my crew hoe got crossed out
I bet you I piss out codeine, bitch gon’ kiss it it’s a blessing
Bust down on my freak because she suck it excellent
Certified steppa bust yo head and pull a hamstring
Cocaine so pure, sell it re-up on the airplane
Murder red diamond on my pinky ring
Sixty six murders on my tennis chain
Back and fourth, y’all playing tennis games
Racks I’m out the credit game
I got more millions of followers n****, I’ma big dog
I dropped few dollars on Cuban links real fentanyl
I got my main bitch watered down like a fish bowl
Bitch just went to sucking, I couldn’t even get the TEC out (What you tell her?)
I just went to bussing, he couldn’t even get the vest out (What you said?)
I just got so mad I went and did a drill in my red eye (What you said?)
Showed the bitch a Honda she ain’t never seen a dead eye (Yeah)
All these diamond chains that bitch thought I had my shirt on (Pluto)
At the laundromat washing the money getting the dog off
All this food turn a weed spot into a dog house
Might just fuck a famous bitch in the bathroom at Walmart (King Pluto)
I don’t hit so many n*****’ wives I need a ballpark
Before I marry this bitch, rather give a mil’ to my mother
Took her off the jet then I had added on my father
I been dodging all these nasty hoes like a Charger
Yeah so much paper, I bribe fate to hold my karma
My cards worldwide if I die I’m immortal
He snaked me, ain’t phase me, my lick back harder
I’m seeing washer and my hands dirty streets scarred us
Making this money remain flawless, I promise
I’m no star I’m much more, I’m enormous
Every time they try and slide I swear to god we spin back
Forever getting my lick back
Yeah yeah
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