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[Intro] Damjonboi [Chorus] Man, this bitch so bad, got me fucking the bag up I might pop another band if your friend come Watch cost a dub, in the club with my hand up Did so many drugs, bitch, I can't even stand up [?] myself, all these racks I ran up Hear these niggas talking, but they ain't saying nothing Rap bitches treat me like God, they be praying for me Lil niggas shooting, when I say, they be spraying for me [Verse 1] I might get you lil niggas touched for a pint of red You be Instagramming, I be ducking feds [?] like you get it, while I'm tucking bread These hoes like freethrows, I be fucking friends [?] was 500, I don't know what thе fuck it is 'Bout to get some [?] on some fucking vans Niggas scrеaming like they been shopping in what you [?] Pull a nigga card quick, pussy, I got a band Wash them perks down with the syrup, fuck a xan I wonder, can I fuck Kash Doll on a hundred bands? Protect me from my enomies, then I lost a couple friends I hear about that bag in your house, then we coming in [Chorus] Man, this bitch so bad, got me fucking the bag up I might pop another band if your friend come Watch cost a dub, in the club with my hand up Did so many drugs, bitch, I can't even stand up [?] myself, all these racks I ran up Hear these niggas talking, but they ain't saying nothing Rap bitches treat me like God, they be praying for me Lil niggas shooting, when I say, they be spraying for me [Verse 2] I just took a lil road trip, to get my own chips Lil motivation, was to flex on my old bitch She left me back then, when I was on broke shit Saw me in the club, now she wanna blow dick My lil nigga love me, I told him to toat this If anybody run up, then empty the whole clip Smelling like a whole cookie boll in Ruth Chris I might spend a half a brick of boy on my new kit I'll hit your motherfucking block, so foolish Top down, [?] with my new bitch Top floor getting head, you wish you can do this I'm a young nigga living, boy, that's my new shit [Chorus] Man, this bitch so bad, got me fucking the bag up I might pop another band if your friend come Watch cost a dub, in the club with my hand up Did so many drugs, bitch, I can't even stand up [?] myself, all these racks I ran up Hear these niggas talking, but they ain't saying nothing Rap bitches treat me like God, they be praying for me Lil niggas shooting, when I say, they be spraying for me