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[intro]

(ay)
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(b-tch ass n-gga what the f-ck goin’ on man)
(b-tch ass n-gga, hoe ass n-gga ah, ah)

[verse: kj2ugly]

i know that the opps some b-tches
i know that they ain’t on sh-t
i might pour me down some wock
i might pour me down some tris
yo b-tch all up on my team
tell her to get up off of it
p-ssy n-gga think he scary, what? that is an accomplishment?
i got gang with me we f-ck ‘round
pop in yo sh-t, we sp-wnin’ sh-t
i check a n-gga, like a nike sponsorship
you n-ggas ain’t on that
i just got the backup from my fam
get back before you get blam
b-tch, i got that five, its in my hand
i got that five its up on me
i was f-ckin’ on your b-tch
n-gga, cause its comforting
b-tch you knew d-mn well yo hoe a trick
n-gga, so don’t come for me
d-mn, yo b-tch wet as f-ck
imma let her cum for me
i can not lie, i comе from the slums, what the f-ck you want from me
b-tch i makе the pack do a flip
that sh-t just gon’ jump for me
if i’m with the gang, b-tch ass n-gga, can’t get stumped for free
i just shot so many shots out the chop, i felt a breeze
run down on an opp then put his b-tch ass in a leaf
ah ah, b-tch don’t f-ck wit me
b-tch, i keep that glock, its stuck to me
a n-gga starter trippin’, so im stumbling
the ball was in my hands, i was fumbling
had to glow up on my own, it was tough for me
n-gga that glock always keeps me company
your b-tch she lovin’ me
n-gga, run up a bag, n-gga, then double it
[verse: warrenxo]

(ay) run up a bag, lil’ b-tch, i double it
i just got the pack, lil’ b-tch, i’m never fumblin’
i just make some money, b-tch you know i’m thumbin’ quick
and he posted with the fake guns, boy, stop that sh-t
stop that sh-t, boy, you live a cap life
i just told my b-tch, imma wife you if you f-ckin’ act right
i’m mr. act with the sprite, i’m mr. act with the sprite
imma call ‘em by tonight, call up kj for the pint
i just f-cked a hoe, i just spent the night
posted in the trap, switches, got them twin glocks
yeah, till my f-ckin’ heart stop
imma keep on doing this rap sh-t
if this sh-t stop
imma do that trap sh-t
imma keep on doing that rap sh-t
imma keep on doing that rap sh-t
got my bands up, you know i’m actin’ rich
no more actin’ rich, i’m actin’ stupid
i just shot a hoe, i shot on cupid
i just keep them glocks, keep me company
got a b-tch bad, she want to come with me
got a bag, i just brang it to deposit
got a bag, but you know i’m never stoppin’
got a watch, b-tch, you know i’m gonna cop it
vvs in my t–th, man sip my pint

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