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Make him send that bread and he get blocked if he say no I just left his ass on read, he think I'm green, it's time to go I been walking all on bitches throat, and still ain't seen no smoke Hold on, said give me some money and he was like yeah I told him to pull up, and he was like where He wanna visit, I told him he gotta get a ticket to see me cause I'm in the air And it's a fact, he wanna get in this big ass cat, no Gucci Laflair Well I want a trip for me and my bitch, you can't even come better send me the fare I hit him up when I came back, that n***a better stay where his lane at You wanna FaceTime me while you getting the tat, where you putting my name at On the side of your jaw where I came at? Or right where your collar, your chain at Cause I like to choke on my n***a and fuck him real good Get in his ear like bang that, bang that Bang, bang, rock, swang, hips, hips, move Bang, bang, rock, swang, hips Get in his ear like bang that, bang that You gon' beat it up, you gon' eat it up If I let you fuck me raw, dawg, you gon' skeet it up We gon' be the littest, you gon' help me start a business If you fuck round get me pregnant, you gon' take me to the clinic Nah, I'm playing, till the n***a don't take me serious And if we ain't stopping by the bank, that n***a can't take me, period He say I act funny, bitch, oh motherfucking well When I ask you for some money, tell me motherfucking yeah Ask him for some money, he like yeah He like, bae, you want some more? And I'm like yeah He my favorite, I swear that my little, yeah, yeah, yeah When he hit me from the back, I be like yeah, uh, yeah, huh You been back outside, uh, n****s on your line Uh, he ain't texting dollar signs, then you gon' hit decline Uh, you been chasing checks, you been all on bitches' necks Huh, you been making moves, why them hoes still making threats Uh, so dope that I could sign a trap deal N****s didn't know that I came from the trap So cold, feel like I ain't pay the gas bill N****s ain't know I spit fire on they ass My flow so clean, so fresh, I'm an outcast, like, hey, y'all No three stacks, but I'ma need a flute Cause these bitches blowing me right off But I'm fiending for rappers, just send me a body That hoe ain't hard, don't put her beside me I make her hush and I'm not being cocky Bitches be softer than puffs, Scotties Cottonelle, Charmin, quicker, picker, upper Bounty, on her head, you gon' have to rush her Uh, to the ER, it's BB If I need clout, I might just leak my sex tape Send that to my PR, I just left from DR Yeah, I woke them bitches up I guess they not the type to sleep hard I told you that shit was gonna be fire yak