Yeah, yeah, you would, huh, you would

You would only see me chasing booty if I had an eyepatch and peg leg

The 10 milli turned him ginger, left his head red

So many horses in a whip, it feel like Red Dead (D-D-Damn, Machu)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, like just to start the V, you yell out, "Giddy up" (D-D-Damn, Machu)

Pull up UFO, you'd think this bitch from 51

Catch a **** in a car, I bet we get him bust

Every time I make a wave, these **** get a brush

Cuddy be on bullshit, he tryna get 'em rushed

He tryna pop me 'cause he know his bitch be getting crushed

What you made the last five years, I spent in Hutch

What you made the last two months I spent for lunch

I'm ballin' now, remember I ain't get a touch

You ain't stepping or running that shit up, need to get a crutch

How I take your bitch to dinner and she eat me up?

Peanut-butter guts, you'd think the V a Reese Cup

Pop a **** in his shit, I got my CC-dub

If it ain't from the DPD, then you won't see me run

In the D I keep my 40, Laimbeer

This ho tryna marry me, it ain't no little lambs here, huh

2026 is damn near Stan year

Every time I link your bitch, why she don't bring no pants here?

Yeah, my bitch foreign, my whip foreign

And you know the run I'm on now finna be historic

Any **** tryna play it crazy, got a blick for it

We play rose gold, you know Hutchie, that's my bitch florist

Flyin' 'round the West with stick, I'm like the Wicked Witch

In the 'burbs, Kitty parked behind a picket fence

I could play the hollow tips or Jada Pickett Smiths

Sprinter full of poles, you'd think we on a fishing trip

You think you fuckin with us, better get a grip

Toast a **** if he loafin', better get a blip

Thousand-dollar coffee cup, no, you can't get a sip

My life a movie, she auditioning to get a script

If they ain't knowin', we gon' get 'em hip

I keep my hammer, run up on me, we gon' get em' fixed

Send a ho to clock a ****, we gon' get 'em pinched

Fuck me off the Gucci Guilty, but she say she innocent

Only way to get a sack is go and send a blitz

You wanna score a ten, I'd rather go get ten assists

Would think we play with water guns the way we get 'em drenched

I got the game on lock, I'm tryna make this bitch submit

Dog $hit Militia, yeah

How I take your bitch to dinner and she eat me up?

Peanut butter guts, you'd think the V a Reese Cup

Pop a **** in his shit, I got my CC-dub

If it ain't from the DPD, then you won't see me run

In the D, I keep my 40, Laimbeer

This ho tryna marry me, it ain't no little lambs here

2026 is damn near Stan year

Every time I link your bitch, why she don't bring no pants here?

Yeah, my bitch foreign, my whip foreign

And you know the run I'm on now finna be historic

Any **** tryna play it crazy, got a blick for it

We play rose gold, you know Hutchie, that's my bitch florist

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