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Ayy, catch him with that 40, I'ma dog walk Every nigga and his shorty, buy 'em all coughs Wish a nigga would, I knock a log off He in his Wraith Hit his hood and knock the stars off it, ugh Halloween baby, got an iced-out pumpkin Count the pros, bitch, I'm up just like I'm jumpin', nigga I been gettin' money since pints was a hundred Just 'cause we fam don't mean its love; I iced my uncle (bitch) I grew up on six and Hoover, right where 12 at, ayy I don't trust shit but this Kel-Tec, ayy Hop out of the Bentley and just drill shit So much motherfuckin' pape', I'm the mailman, ayy Have a money fight with your favorite rapper, nigga I done took shit from your favorite rapper, ayy (Iced Up Records) Bust down the chicken, I got table manners Draco came with ladders Shootin' shit and we gon' save the extras, ugh Stopped sippin' drank, I'm back on it, ayy Fuck squashin' beef, I'm back on it, yeah Bust every piece, I'm back frozen She gon' jump off the dick, then back on it, ugh Stopped sippin' drank, I'm back on it, ayy Fuck squashin' beef, I'm back on it, yeah Bust every piece, I'm back frozen She gon' jump off the dick, then back on it, ugh Caught a nigga slippin' up at Coney (what you do?) Took his strap off him, put that bitch right back on him Ho start whippin', I'm back hungry I ain't killin' for less than forty I start blowin' when I'm naughty, I've been tryna keep my poise Bitch, don't touch me, what's that noise? Ho, come fuck one of them boys, I got two out of the toys Yeah, this Cuban on me dancin', might put twenty on the table Shoppin', feel a lil' romantic I'm the shit, ho, just don't panic It's a couple that's automatic I can't be anywhere; I got a couple niggas whacked Still fuck a nigga app, I don't fuck with niggas' raps I'll bust a nigga ass, I ain't green, don't even ask Niggas know that I ain't goin' (at all) Name a nigga homie, doggybone, and I am blowin' Stopped sippin' drank, I'm back on it, ayy Fuck squashin' beef, I'm back on it, yeah Bust every piece, I'm back frozen She gon' jump off the dick, then back on it, ugh Stopped sippin' drank, I'm back on it, ayy Fuck squashin' beef, I'm back on it, yeah Bust every piece, I'm back frozen She gon' jump off the dick, then back on it, ugh (BeatGang)
Writer(s): Chivez Smith, Dion Marquise Hayes, Anthony O'neal Mathis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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