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I ain't ever burn out with my glocky, yeah, I turn up I'ma get this cheddar, I know better than to burn rounds I was in the cellar now, Margiela when I pop out 12 was tryna catch up now, I turn it to a cookout I wipe the block out, mop out, toolie when I hop out Cops out, callouts, they ain't know we ball out He down, chill out, I can't shut the heat down She down, she loud, yeah, I turn her to a freak now One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Bad bitches in my own section You press me, boy, meet my Wesson Four-door coupe with the rims extended I don't got too litty in my city, feel like Virgil If we got a problem, I got hitters in each borough Boyfriend tryna test me so I put his girl on furlough I get trigger happy, I'ma burn you, you a bozo Racks in my jeans, yeah, I'm poppin' I'ma pull out with the chopsticks, woah Bank on bank, I'm shopping, bro R.I.P. to my profits, aye Get good brain, I'm in college, yuh You too thick in your noggin', bruh I won't ever start floppin' I'ma stay a trending topic Smoking opp pack Don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more I hit your block back Your door, your door, your door Down it goes I ain't ever burn out with my glocky, yeah, I turn up I'ma get this cheddar, I know better than to burn rounds I was in the cellar now, Margiela when I pop out 12 was tryna catch up now, I turn it to a cookout I wipe the block out, mop out, toolie when I hop out Cops out, callouts, they ain't know we ball out He down, chill out, I can't shut the heat down She down, she loud, yeah, I turn her to a freak now
Writer(s): Rumen Tassev, Timothy Kane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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