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Ayy (BangThatShit)

Man, **** really fans, talk to me like they know me

Foreign shoes, Euro steppin' when I step out like Ginóbili

Man, these Chanels on my feet, I be playin' in the D

I got a crib out in LA in the hills, that's how I sleep

Man, rappin' really easy, the hard part findin' a beat

Man, I be cruisin' down the Mile blowin' loud just like Keesh

A **** get me, I'm gon' get his ass right back before I sleep

****, preach

Nine times out of ten I got it on me, never on E

When them boys get behind me, I'm like a dog, I gotta flea

Man, don't be lookin' at me crazy like we hoopin', I'ma reach

****, that chopstick hit him, he can't believe it, Teddy P

****, this gon' be my favorite song, my favorite hoes said I did 'em wrong

****, I hate when hoes play hard to get like a 10-to-4

****, I'm rich, the baddest bitch I hit fuck all the bros

I told the bros we gon' keep blowin' money fast like Meech was home

This five— this five hundred grams, that's probably why I keep checkin' my blinds

Only one hitter, I only need one mic just like I'm Nas

I treat **** just like Winnie, **** be so poo inside

Ain't no playin' in my hood 'cause **** know that's suicide

I let the chopper dada rollin', scream I'm at the USI

We gon' die about it, we got mob ties just like Godfather

I feel like I run the world, I be hittin' wondergirls

If **** want that thunder pack, I sell out just like Stunna Girl

Boy, I got that dog that pull up to you just like Uber Eats

That lil'-ass watch, don't think you flexin' with them Jubilees

I be on the opps' ass, I'm knowin' when they do release

My lil' brother want a Drac', a ****, he like, "Who is he?"

I like money fights, I tell **** just like, "Stack somethin'"

Your bitch dick suck me, I'm the one that have her hat jumpin'

I'm too up for 'em, I don't wanna hear no cap from 'em

I'm done Scat Packing, boy, I'm that brackin'

Want the pussy? I'ma Cash App it, tell my hoes I'm fast tracking

Now I'm a rapper, I sneak the gun inside the club, we just backpack it

Beef with me and let me see you, I wish you would

Man, I ain't gotta call nobody, I just gotta throw on my hood

Man, Derrick Rose on the Bulls, man, I be trippin'

You better move right, you know you move wrong and we gon' get 'em

Big guns comin' through car doors and windows

We got a hundred rounds with us, give him a sixty-four Nintendo

Man, I fuck every bitch I meet, tryna see what that pussy hittin' on

And I use every gun I get and get rid of it like a flip phone

I get tired of Instagram-beefin'-ass lil' ****, these **** kids

Man, I get mad and wanna go and use my gun, I'm a kid

Man, free my dog, he caught a body and got off, he doin' ten

But free Day, he doin' five, I wish the victim never lived

Come on, GlockBoyz, ****

On Five Five

I be sellin'— I got a nose kit

Put my dick in all my new hoes and stuff my old bitch

Yeah, I came up off my old licks

I cut off my hoes because they killing me with the old shit

I got different type of profits

I be fuckin' hoes 'cause all these bitches love hibachi

I'm a different type of cocky

I'm a different type of rich

I fuck with that shit that have you trippin' off a flip

Keep that pole with me, I keep metal in my hands

Get tired of lookin' for him, put a bezel on his mans

Boy, I bomb ****

In a sense, that mean it's time tickin'

Hit a **** with that .223 and let God fix it

I see boy and you hear shots fired

I be pullin' up just like a ho, yeah, I'm a shot finder

All my **** pits, but we annoying just like rottweilers