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Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Run that back, Turbo

All the bad bitches come to the front, the weak hoes stand to the side

I'll hit your block with some shit that'll kill everybody outside

The Glock ain't a Red Bull, but this bitch still make **** fly

I think God was on his side when we caught him, he shoulda died

Wash my face and brush my teeth before I leave, I grab my blick

Throw my jewelry on and start my day, I can't forget my kit

Drive the Trackhawk or the 'Vette, my bitch text me soon as I left

Side bitch know don't call my phone when I'm at home (She better text)

I like when my bitch walk 'round the crib with my boxers on

Don't know bitch suck dick better than my bitch when she got her bonnet on

She know I'm the one, not the two or the three or four

Got more luck seein' the UFO than see me cuff a ho (For real)

Switch come with a Glock, red beam with a dot

I pray wherever these bullets go, it reach the opps (Go, it reach the opps)

We been whippin' them boys' ass, we need to stop

They shouldn't be actin' like they some' that they not

But all the bad bitches come to the front, the weak hoes stand to the side

I'll hit your block with some shit that'll kill everybody outside

The Glock ain't a Red Bull, but this bitch still make **** fly

I think God was on his side when we caught him, he shoulda died

Wash my face and brush my teeth before I leave, I grab my blick

Throw my jewelry on and start my day, I can't forget my kit

Drive the Trackhawk or the 'Vette, my bitch text me soon as I left

Side bitch know don't call my phone when I'm at home (She better text)