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[intro]
(dropout)
brrt, baow, baow, baow
b+tch+ass n+gga, you n+ggas be hatin’
we don’t really too much give a f+ck
but you know (hold on, baow, baow)
we stay in you n+ggas way long as you stay at ours (hold on)
ayy, ayy, ayy (huh)

[verse]
he said he talkin’ ’bout smoke (d+mn), hold on, we gon’ pull up and come get that, ayy (we on)
i told the ho, “let me hit that” (come on)
ayy, my lil’ bro with me, where all the friends at? (where they at?)
ayy, i got a whole lot of chains like a slave right now like i’m harriet tubman (lot of chains)
ayy, get slapped tryna play me in public (b+tch)
ayy, all the b+tches that hate really love it
ayy, and they tryna count a n+gga out, i ain’t even tryna be in y’all picture (watch out)
got your ho from thе club, i picked her (i’m on that)
n+gga, i post on the block likе a sticker
ayy, don’t a n+gga ’round me roll swishers (at all), it’s a ‘wood every time that i roll through (like go)
send a kite to my dog, hope it go through (gotta go)
we just beat his b+tch ass, we don’t know dude (b+tch ass)
the ho say, “quinch, ho, you so rude,” i’ma kick her out first day i met her (right then)
b+tch, this not gym, so i will not sweat her, pop her once, after that, i don’t text her
ayy, we got all for you n+ggas that’s plexed up (huh), but i’d rather go get to that chicken (i’m on that)
ayy, why you n+ggas be actin’ like b+tches? (huh)
steady talkin’, put me in your mentions
ayy, n+ggas really be knowin’ where i sleep, ayy, but these n+ggas be fakin’ (fakin’)
i was one deep when i sat in that station, you want some smoke with us, n+gga, okay then
my pops an opp (bah), but he ran up that bacon (huh)
i seen a bad lil’ ho and she wakin’ (got it)
i’m finna grab her, take her to my place then
i beat her back, make it hurt ’til she shakin’ (uh)
these n+ggas really be fantasizin’, thinkin’ they can come f+ck with the boy, man, you silly (ha)
chop’ out titties (b+tch)
two times fifty (grrt), new nine milli’, a few thots with me (bah, bah)
we got his bag like the dude shot ricky (we on that)
i’m tryna thug it like tupac with me (ha)
how you gon’ diss me and you not pretty? now you wanna f+ck ’cause the coupe got empty (ha)
i’m high as h+ll, i just rolled up the backwood
these n+ggas actors, but really don’t know it (b+tch)
that ho trash, she stay throwin’ ass, but i ain’t throwin’ cash, that’s end of discussion (the f+ck?)
i don’t really want nothin’ to do with the b+tch, she be ’round me, talkin’ ’bout how much she love me (d+mn)
we poppin’ out like sticks off, b+tch, i’m a big dog, you got the heart of a puppy (d+mn)



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