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Cito Mitch Mula, drop that bumboclaat Diamonds they wet like a boat Whole lot of hundreds, man, I need some toast Couldn't keep his mouth closed, I know that he told Got drum on the stick, if we shoot, he gon' pour I bust in her mouth, leave it swole like a toad Slime his ass out, bet we get all the load We pour up the red, it's more than a deuce Fuck a Hellcat, we in Bentleys, the coupe Drop the top, feel the wind In the Ferrari redder than Clifford In a safari, my neck on a river My shooter from Portland, nickname him Lillard I'm with Lil Duke, he so ready to shoot Got them vibes in Atlanta like Uncle Luke I'm in the back, my bitch is a model She blow on my dick like a wooden flute Keed don't talk to nobody for free Heard he be gettin' his water from G Boat gettin' his water from Z Ice my neck, give me some skis Roll with my dawgs like some motherfuckin' fleas Bet I got so many hoes overseas Got a bitch named Alicia that play with them keys Elliot diamonds, they cold like a freezer Do the bitch wrong, then I might try to please her Niggas so turnt, bitch, broke off the meter Chopper, they shook his ass up like a seizure They see the gang, get amnesia Bitch, I'm with Keed and Big Boat Vibes everywhere, tryna race to they throat Drop the frontend if you want a show He want a verse, I'ma send him a quote Get in the booth and just go I never wrote down no note I know these niggas some hoes If they drownin', I won't even throw them a float All of my young niggas tote All of my niggas, they go YSL ballin' for real And I walked in the mall and spent ten on a coat (Slatt) Diamonds they wet like a boat Whole lot of hundreds, man, I need some toast Couldn't keep his mouth closed, I know that he told Got drum on the stick, if we shoot, he gon' pour I bust in her mouth, leave it swole like a toad Slime his ass out, bet we get all the load We pour up the red, it's more than a deuce Fuck a Hellcat, we in Bentleys, the coupe Drop the top, feel the wind In the Ferrari redder than Clifford In a safari, my neck on a river My shooter from Portland, nickname him Lillard I'm with Lil Duke, he so ready to shoot Got them vibes in Atlanta like Uncle Luke I'm in the back, my bitch is a model She blow on my dick like a wooden flute Back with a whole 'nother verse I'm in the front of the line like a hearse Get out of line and get murked Rap and I shoot, that's a gift and a curse I cannot Milly Rock, I'm tryna cop me a new Richard Mille I really came from the bottom Young nigga grindin' so hard, I was just trappin' and dealin' No, we do not got no feelings Yes, we gon' shoot at his ceiling Runnin' with robbers and killers We put that iron in his mouth like a filling Then catch your bitch, give her sexual healing Chasin' the bag, tryna get me some millions I hit the trap and I made me a killing Boy, your friend crazy, boy, take you some, really These lil' niggas be killin' me I cannot fuck with no leech Can't bring no sand to the beach I make the call and I make the hit I make my young niggas eat We get the bag, yeah, back to back So many hoes, yeah, we fuckin', they chose She tryna ball like cancer and I'm the G.O.A.T Came from the rags to riches, me, Duke, and Lil Boat (Woo) We tote these fifties in coach (Woo) I'm callin' the plays like the coach (Woo) I got on Water by G (Woo) These diamonds, they wet like your ho Ayy, nigga, I'm real as they come Keep an SK with a drum Earring as big as a thumb My bitch got ass like a peach My bitch got ass like a plum These new niggas know they my son I give 'em the drip for fun, bee
Writer(s): Miles Mccollum, Martinez Arnold, Dominique Mitchell, Raqhid Render, Ruben Sosa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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