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fill my cup with slums, yeah, talkin’ s+x, money, drugs
hotbox at the crib, you know i’m chillin’ in my uggs
stay hatin’ all you want, i’m gettin’ flyer, yeah, goin’ up
wocky be so toxic, had to double up my cup

lean stains on my jeans, know i had to tip the plug
stay with that pole on me, this ain’t time for no good luck
all i do is count up, still never been a cheap f+ck
and all these bands upon me turn your hoe into a sl+t

’cause i don’t give a f+ck
haters planning on me while i’m chillin’ in the cut
like a stab right to the gut
saw me go up and leave, know
like a stab right to the gut
and all these hoes up on me
but b+tch, i ain’t tryna f+ck
so back right up off of me

i ain’t got no lean gut
got a sick wrist
and when i hit that b+tch
all she does is submit
can’t get too close, girl
she’ll have me cheefin’ the zips
the zips!
’cause, girl, i gotta forget
like a bad memory
this sh+t shouldn’t exist
if my ex spends time with me
later i’m coughin’ up bricks
this is why i cannot fw these chicks

these chicks!
these hoes!

why i only go where i see the money goes
glow from head to toe, i got carrots in my nose
know she wants an eighth, ain’t givin’ her a rose
playin’ with your girl right now, but keep it on the loww

fill my cup with slums, yeah, talkin’ s+x, money, drugs
hotbox at the crib, you know i’m chillin’ in my uggs
stay hatin’ all you want, i’m gettin’ flyer, yeah, goin’ up
wocky be so toxic, had to double up my cup

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