Go (go)

Huh, go (go)

Go back to your lil trap

Get down and dirty, babe, make that shit clap

Larry Bird, 33, white girl got back

Okay

Huh, yuh

Tripled the wallet, the pockets get cash

Reach in my pocket, pull stripe out the sack

Hunnid more bullets, but 99 racks

She lay down, shit tooted up, peepin' that ass, but the console was booted up, I'm off a bag

And the cocaine get shooted up, pass me the bag again, **** ain't cool enough, cool out the cat

Ke-ke-ketamine rooted from cities, ain't ever been rooted up, shootin' shit up like it's rats

Red and white, look like red stripes, on my head top, look like cat in the hat

Vetements all on my clothes, and Chrome Heart the crosses, this shit gettin' old

Might get caught up with one my hoes, she went through my phone, but the one for the hoes

Not the one for the load, but I told her"put my shit down, keep my shit on the low"

Now lil Nova gon sit on throne, and pour up that wock, how I pour up a four

Now it's time to go and dance, we could hit the club, I'm tryna get nasty

She could grip it, put it in her hands, that's all that I ask for, what you gon ask me

She got angel numbers on her ass, tatted on the back, we could call em back three's

And got two of the newer ones

Make her do it, she do it all

She do it all

So imma call her

Just pick the phone up

Bae, imma boss up

Do what you want

Until it's gone

Till I say it's over

You can go (go)

Huh, go (go)

Go back to your lil trap

Get down and dirty, babe, make that shit clap

Larry Bird, 33, white girl got back

Okay

Huh, yuh

Tripled the wallet, the pockets get cash

Reach in my pocket, pull stripe out the sack

Hunnid more bullets, but 99 racks

Yeah (yeah)

Got a million dollars, it's a million chickens in the back of the coupe

If I'm being honest, only 20 villains rollin' with me when I hit this city, it's true

A million thotties, none of playin' with me, I got plenty digits, none of em countin' on you

We switch the shot up, only aimin' in it, peep the downsights, **** itchin' to shoot

Now I'm playin' with my food

I eat her up, now she tryin' round two

The dinner done, now I'm tryna find who

Could eat up what's left of what I'm tryna do

To some bitches who wanna slide in my room

We cokin' it up, the lines ride, cool

That 33 on her hind side, ooh

She better run out my mind, I'll lose

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