Yeah (ooh)

Yeah, (ooh) look, ayy

Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption (ooh)

Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc (ooh)

I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in (ooh)

You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him (ooh)

She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah (ooh) (pshh)

Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy (ooh) (pshh)

Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail (ooh)

Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail (ooh)

He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Steve-o out the cell (ooh)

Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell (ooh)

Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell (ooh)

Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell (ooh)

I'm in Cali, I just bought a Motorola for my yola (ooh)

Up in the telly, and this ho, she think she know us, she don't know us (ooh)

Check my balance, I could take a fuckin' Ford to Bora Bora (ooh)

I rock ALYX and that boy, he rock Supreme, I don't endorse it (ooh)

Know they taxin' for this new lil' Tom Ford, you can't afford it (ooh)

Automatic in the V, we push a button then we floor it (ooh)

I was smashin' on this slut, I told that ho, "You can't record it" (ooh)

I ain't cappin' on the plug, I made the trap jump like Jordan (ooh)

Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption (ooh)

Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc (ooh)

I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in (ooh)

You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him (ooh)

She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah (ooh) (pshh)

Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ay (ooh) (pshh)

Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail (ooh)

Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail (ooh)

I'm in L.A, Coolin in a highrise and I'm gettin' slow like a snail (ooh)

Ready to cook a **** like it's five guys (ooh)

If that **** callin' me Namil (ooh)

Chopper bullet, it's a Five-Nine, fight (ooh)

Nah, I'ma bring 'em hell (ooh)

And every shirt that I got a medium, but I'm up on XXL (ooh)

I told em tell me somethin' that I don't know (ooh)

Gettin' money, ****, you could tell (ooh)

I'm in the trap coolin' with a 44, I get caught, I'ma go to jail (ooh)

Tell me you hate me, that's a low blow (ooh)

But you really think that I'd care (ooh)

Thinkin' you faze me, ****, oh no, I can't name a **** I fear (ooh)

These **** tweakin' together like BKTHERULA (ooh)

I feel like Yeat, mix the X with the boot up (ooh)

Wifin' that ho, you and her really boo'd up (ooh)

I tried to listen to you and I threw up (ooh)

No BO3, but I slide with the Kuda (ooh)

I walk in the party, saw you, I'm like, "Who them?" (ooh)

Im not fightin' no more, ****, I'm finna shoot 'em (ooh)

**** talk on a stream, but I don't even view him (ooh)

Bad shit, she love my fashion, don't need a caption (ooh)

Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc (ooh)

I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash it (ooh)

You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him (ooh)

She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah (ooh) (pshh)

Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy (ooh) (pshh)

Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail (ooh)

Got pulled over in the Stolo, so you know I had to bail (ooh)

He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Steve-o out the cell (ooh)

Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell (ooh)

Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell (ooh)

Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell (ooh)

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