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Chorus Tell the whole world get off my dick, Like I dont know any better Tell the whole world to bump my shit, fuck, you didn't know any better Fit six in the back of the whip, like we ain't know any better That's from the rip, like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better In the back of the whip Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Verse 1 Little homie, you not on my level, I hang with the gods and bang with the devil I bury em' all pass me the shovel, I piss on your grave then dance on the rubble Then hop in the whip, looking for trouble Been stirring the pot, now watch me bubble Been moving a lot, can't fuck with the hustle If she giving top, make that whopper a double I said bring a friend, she told me I'm scandalous I told her nah, I'm polyamorous Scream at the box like I'm televangelist Fuck me to death, then call me ambulance Pop a viagra, I think I can handle this She smoke the cannabis, stoned like a amythest Sipping the syrup, like she was from Canada We going in, put down the camera Chorus Tell the whole world get off my dick, Like I dont know any better Tell the whole world to bump my shit, fuck, you didn't know any better Fit six in the back of the whip, like we ain't know any better That's from the rip, like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better In the back of the whip Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Verse 2 (Jarren Benton) I tell the fuck niggas, stop jocking my shit Skrrrt, I pull up, hop out with the stick That pussy so good, can't pull out this bitch You talk too much girl, put your mouth on my dick It's eastside eastside, yeah the south in this bitch I'm gone off that dope, so I slouch in the six The feds got that boy in the house with the bricks That nigga a snitch he was out by the fifth Bagged on the first, put him back in the hearst The code of the streets, swear these black niggas cursed The bully my boy leave these black niggas murked I'm old dog from menace, might clap at the clerk Old boy bout the cheddar, the four by the dresser I'm paranoid, I feel a whole lot of pressure These bitches smell money, these niggas gon test ya, no more fucks to give, I don't know any better Chorus Tell the whole world get off my dick, Like I dont know any better Tell the whole world to bump my shit, fuck, you didn't know any better Fit six in the back of the whip, like we ain't know any better That's from the rip, like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better In the back of the whip Like we don't know any better Like we don't know any better Verse 3 (Aaron Cohen) Should have been a doctor, should have been a lawyer Should have went to Georgetown, should have been a Hoya Should have got a good job from a decent employer Now you out in Queens, eating ramen, stacking Goya These rappers won't tell the truth, I'll do it for ya You ain't got no haters, that's just paranoia Whole style jacked son, so Latoya Win Oscars for acting, De la Hoya Your girl say my name like Inigo Montoya Call her line, I bet she ignore ya Not Drake, I don't need to control her No Bodega, but I thought that I told ya I'm a motherfucking soldier, Hand on the holster Heart grew colder as I got older, devil on my shoulder Looked me in the face, told me I'm taking over