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(twenty-wrld)
(i, i-i love you)

[chorus]
yeah yeah
b-tch i’m off that gas, (uh) fly high boy like land
we took his sh-t, can’t get it back
i’m on that boy like a pucket
f-ckin’ that b-tch, you know she cookin’
yeah, yeah yeah
bands on the drac’, we got it extended
yeah, four door coupe, no it ain’t rented
i’m off of the x, you know that i’m stickin’
he want the smoke, boy we gon pole ’em
p-pop a perc in my sprite, yeah i’m feelin’
oxycodone in my sprite, yeah i’m feelin’
.45 acp, we gon’ drill him
why yo’ b-tch on my d-ck, no i don’t want her

[verse]
yeah yeah, (yeah)
everybody got different sides like a yin yang
young chopstick hold like fifty rounds, yeah

[chorus]
b-tch i’m off that gas, (uh) fly high boy like land
we took his sh-t, can’t get it back
i’m on that boy like a pucket
f-ckin’ that b-tch, you know she cookin’
yeah, yeah
bands on the drac’, we got it extended
yeah, four door coupe, no it ain’t rented
i’m off of the x, you know that i’m stickin’
he want the smoke, boy we gon pole ’em
[bridge]
yeah, me and my shooters gon’ feel him
he know wit’ my gang, i won’t miss him, yeah
12 on that boy like a pencil
12 hit my ass, boy i’m jumpin’ the fence
big ar-15 on my back
and i got a big b-tch on me, yeah she goin’ throw it back yeah
i’m f-ckin’ on big booty b-tches- yeah, yeah yeah
shout out tdf, he was rollin’ up that sack
he was rollin’ that b-tch up
shoutout twentywrld, he was rollin’ up that bag (that b-tch up)
yeah, yeah, yeah
n-gga wanna talk, n-gga get back
lil’ bro was servin’ that act
he was servin’ that karo, and got packed
rerock the bands in the stack, 16 bands, came wit’ a stack
16 bands, seen that in a day
and i took yo’ lil’ b-tch on a date

[chorus]
yeah yeah
b-tch i’m off that gas, (uh) fly high boy like land
we took his sh-t, can’t get it back
i’m on that boy like a pucket
f-ckin’ that b-tch, you know she cookin’
yeah, yeah yeah
bands on the drac’, we got it extended
yeah, four door coupe, no it ain’t rented
i’m off of the x, you know that i’m stickin’
he want the smoke, boy we gon pole ’em
p-pop a perc in my sprite, yeah i’m feelin’
oxycodone in my sprite, yeah i’m feelin’
.45 acp, we gon’ drill him
why yo’ b-tch on my d-ck, no i don’t want her
yeah, yeah

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