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Ayy, ayy

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Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too

No room for my top and my babe see-through

Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you

I been all on my grind, so why I need you?

Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too

No room for my top and my babe see-through

Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you

I been all on my grind, so why I need you?

Big flex, my swole up

Double cuppin', I'm poured up

**** hatin' like hol' up

What's the problem? I'm poured up

Big flex, my swole up

Hard body, they fold up

Shawty say I done glowed up

Double textin' my phone up

Fuck with your boy, I'm the man of the year

I'm not a fan of your peers (No way)

Serve 'em a fate, I'ma hand 'em the shears

He not the man he appears (No way)

Heart of a lion, I'm tramplin' fears

I love the man in the mirror (Big facts)

Cry me a river, then stand in the tears

You better stand in the clear

I'm goin' crazy, **** fugazy

How are they ever gon' fuck with the kid?

Put it on baby, you do not phase me

Boy, I do not give a fuck what you did

Eatin' that kiddy, she stuck to my rear

How can I trust him? He fuck with the pigs

Bro got a Glock and a couple of SIGs

He thinkin' 'bout splitting a couple of wigs

Shawty my DNA all real, ****

Sweatsuit all Hilfiger

And I ain't even gotta deal wit' ya

If I ain't ever split a beer wit' ya

I got Hennessy and Horchata (Uh-huh)

Baby girl wearing nada (Yeah)

Ass growing from her side-a (Uh-huh)

Back grove and it's Prada (Facts)

Fiji water by the cold glass (Yup)

Grandaddy by the Ziploc

Flex season, I'm road runnin'

I'm stayin' all on my tip-top

Young man with an old mind

So I ain't worried 'bout slight shit

I be up until sunrise

Or stayin' out on my night shift

I got a bottle of bourbon, a bundle of hundreds, I'm jiggy, I'm flexin' a bit

Figured I'd hit it and quit it, I'm busy

I ain't got the minutes for textin' that bitch

Came from the gutter with me and my brother

I'm movin' my mother right out of the city

Bitch, I'm a star, and they know I go hard, so I'm kissing them babies and signin' them titties

Gold blingin' like Chingo (Ayy)

Rockstar like Ringo (Ayy)

Checks comin' in back to back, I'ma line 'em up like bingo (Cha-ching)

Oh, I think that they like me (Yup)

They be all in my wood tip

Not a stain on my white tee

I'm poppin' all of this good shit

Big flex, my swole up

Double cuppin', I'm poured up

**** hatin' like hol' up

What's the problem? I'm poured up

Big flex, my swole up

Hard body, they fold up

Shawty say I done gloat up

Double textin' my phone up

Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too

No room for my top and my babe see-through

Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you

I been all on my grind, so why I need you?

Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too

No room for my top and my babe see-through

Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you

I been all on my grind, so why I need you?