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(yeah)
(4mn plug yaherd me)
(flex)

{pre+chorus}
i want that mouth with no talkin
the glock makes me sag when im walkin
the gucci, supreme what im rockin
money, i get that sh+t often
the opps, put them in the coffin
corona, i got that hoe coughin
my grind, there ain’t no stoppin

{chorus}
we sprayin these n+ggas like air wick
we put them sticks to your head like a hair pick
woke up, that b+tch gave me bed head
that hoe, gassed up your head like an airhead
poppin sh+t, we don’t fight back
two twin glocks, call it a 9+pack
yall n+ggas duckin so much that yall might quack
ain’t a barber but ill push your line back

{verse}
n+gga run up, ok get your sh+t whacked
get a bodybag then get your sh+t packed
eatin king po, you know that sh+t smack
williamsburg county that sh+t not on big maps
new rollie, spent about 10 bands
all these girls they not real they just implants
im just switchin my flows like a transplant
if its the trap why theres so many dam rats

nowadays you’ll get k!lled bout a headband
nowadays you can’t buy all these big brands
if i say that we fightin its big cap
shoot my shot wit your hoe i won’t miss that

n+ggas chasin that clout i won’t react
never lackin, a young n+gga stay strapped
imma f+ck on your hoe then i pass that
cookin up dope in the pot wit the thermostat

(i’m) sippin that lean cuz its numbin my pain
i got that glock and it ain’t for display
we put them racks on your head just like toupees
all in her mouth, just like some toothpaste
ball on these n+ggas, just like its 2k
i got that draco, shoot like an ak
(yeah)

(i put that glock to his face yeah
i got a mill on the way
spent 20 racks in the mall in a day yeah
these n+ggas needa get out my way
these n+ggas they know they just ridin the wave yeah
they know i stay switchin my lanes
ice on my wrist is a rolex plain jane yeah)
this ain’t a game yeah

{chorus}
we sprayin these n+ggas like air wick
we put them sticks to your head like a hair pick
woke up, that b+tch gave me bed head
that hoe, gassed up your head like an airhead
poppin sh+t, we don’t fight back
two twin glocks, call it a 9+pack
yall n+ggas duckin so much that yall might quack

yeah

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