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Yeat
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Kelewya
Kelewya
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Malachi Green
Malachi Green
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Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
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Noah Smith
Noah Smith
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Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
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Kelewya
Kelewya
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Noah Smith
Noah Smith
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Nodding off the Perc's, that's the way I love it I'ma geek up, baby, tell me who doesn't No, don't lie about the money coming in We see it all, yeah, you did not double (uh, uh) Fuck 12, yeah, we always in trouble Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, let's go Good college She got good brain, she got good knowledge (yeah) Yeah, close one eye, I'm Illuminati (Illuminati) We been moving dope, moving narcotics (yeah) Yeah, take a lot of Perc's, I been out my body I take more Xan's, yeah, narcotics (narcotics) Pour another deuce, yeah, narcotics (narcotics) Bad bitches, yeah, and they all hotties (all hotties) Big bodies, hydraulics (hydraulics) Big Tonka, stretch 'em out (stretch 'em out) Pull 'em up, get 'em gone (yeah) Take a Perc' (yeah), feeling gone (yeah) Whole world gettin' smacked (smacked) Yeah, y'all get smacked (ha) And the drank just like some Kraft (Kraft) We don't talk about it like that (shh) Big slow on prescription med's I just pulled up with the Christian, yes Told the bitch to get the new Hermès I don't know nobody, I'm stressed Four months, I was on the X' If you don't know about it, don't guess Her head go back, PEZ, yeah Pulled it out, bust on her head, yeah I just pulled up on her, yeah, yeah I just pull up on her, yeah, yeah Jugging out, we hit 'em hard for money Coming out, we hear them all coming (doom-doom) They said that they is not scared, they running I don't got time to talk, I just make money Y'all jokes, I find a lot of y'all funny (ah) Snot nose, pull up on them, they do bunny Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm not your twizz, lil' bitch, I'm not your buddy Uh-uh, uh-uh (ah), say it again, not your kid, not your cuddy Nodding off the Perc's, that's the way I love it I'ma geek up, baby, tell me who doesn't No, don't lie about the money coming in We see it all, yeah, you did not double (uh, uh) You don't fit inside this squad or this bubble (uh) Fuck 12, yeah, we always in trouble Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, let's go Good college She got good brain, she got good knowledge (yeah) Yeah, close one eye, I'm Illuminati (Illuminati) We been moving dope, moving narcotics (yeah) Yeah, take a lot of Perc's, I been out my body I take more Xan's, yeah, narcotics (narcotics) Pour another deuce, yeah, narcotics (narcotics) Bad bitches, yeah, and they all hotties (all hotties) Big bodies, hydraulics (hydraulics) Big Tonka, stretch 'em out (stretch 'em out) Pull 'em up, get 'em gone (yeah) Take a Perc' (yeah), feeling gone (yeah) Whole world gettin' smacked (smacked) Yeah, y'all get smacked (ha) And the drank just like some Kraft (Kraft) We don't talk about it like that (shh) You could get smacked with this TEC Most of these niggas go tit-for-tat I run through bitches, Eritreans, I'm into that If I point to the hills, do you know where I'm living at? Ha Told her to hand me my med' box You hang with narcissists? I want the narcotics I got a hot head, but swear that I'm cold-hearted (hey) Touch one of my brothers, I swear I'ma die 'bout it Don't get in that SUV 'cause you can't hide 'bout it I got me a big Roll', I roll with a wide body She tryna get close, but my eyes going farsighted And everything we been through, it's been a hard time Hop out that four-door, I know you not into that That boy got an old gun, it's a gen' three Bitches checking in my room before checking me Told her to Perc' me up, y'all niggas fentanyl Had a 100K in my backpack and I spent it all I'd rather not go in the BM, then spend it all My plug dropped the P's and I get it gone (get it gone, boom) Get it gone (get it gone, boom) They said that they is not scared, they running I don't got time to talk, I just make money Y'all jokes, I find a lot of y'all funny (ah) Snot nose, pull up on them, they do bunny Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm not your twizz, lil' bitch, I'm not your buddy Uh-uh, uh-uh (ah), say it again, not your kid, not your cuddy Nodding off the Perc's, that's the way I love it I'ma geek up, baby, tell me who doesn't No, don't lie about the money coming in We see it all, yeah, you did not double (uh, uh) You don't fit inside this squad or this bubble (uh) Fuck 12, yeah, we always in trouble Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, let's go
Writer(s): Noah Olivier Smith, Javier Mercado, Malachi Shirro Green, Kele Krishan Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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