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Yeah (Psh) Yeah (Psh) Yeah (Psh) Yeah (Psh) Yeah (Psh) Yeah (Psh) Yeah, yeah (Psh, psh) Why you so far? (I don't know) Come over here Look in my eye (Hey) Let me know how you feel (Let me know how you feel) Hope you know I'm for real Yeah, I'm for real, so what is the deal? High off a pill, let's have a thrill All on my body, you tryna feel I told him, "Eat it", call it a meal We count it up, run up a mill' The shit that we do, I'll never tell Keep it a secret, I keep it sealed I'll lеt you get it, you pay the bills Got a rich nigga, tryna rack me (Hеy) Uh, yeah, he think we a couple Tryna take pictures every time we link I make a rack every time I blink Yeah, I'm a G but I stay wearing minks Got tatted up, yeah, I got new ink Imagine getting shot by a bitch wearing pink Y'all niggas real life slow I just want y'all to think Y'all steal my flow like the water be coming out sink Skate on his block like a muhfuckin' rink Smokin' on gas, nigga, this shit stink Nigga get popped, nigga, get extinct Trust my gut, trust my instinct Pop in your dreams like Monsters Inc But he wanna— (Hey, hey, hey) He wanna fuck 'cause I'm classy He wanna fuck and get nasty I told him, "Backity-backity" Gotta have rackity-rackities He told me that I got a fatty He want me to slide him the addy Fuckin' on twins, Liv and Maddie That nigga real life nasty Chrome Heart all on my ass-cheek Fuck around, hop in the backseat I smoke a blunt in the taxi Takin' backshots like the vaccine If you want a feat', better ask me Plug think since I'm a girl that he finna tax me Nigga, what? I got that good drank up in my cup Do what I want, do not give a fuck Bitch, I'm a big dog, y'all my pup's Walkin' in loud, barkin', rough Nigga, I shine like VVS fronts Like Jackie Chan, I do my own stunts I'm smoking gas, Runtz Hey, the air gettin' thick and gassy Smokin' exotic, I'm not finna pass it Ask my persona and I said, "Cashy" Thought I was nice, don't know I get ratchet Just got a check and I'm finna cash it I spent a rack on a new pair of fabric I'm finna ball like a Maverick Bitch, I'm the best, not average All 'bout the green, cabbage Make him disappear like magic (Hey)
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