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[Intro] Hold up Ayy, ayy, uh [Verse] Turn it up, it ain't no resting Night time come, I'm having dinner with yo' ex-bitch 3D-printed Glock, I hit him in the chest with it Ten voicemails 'cause she know that I'm the best in it And then I tell her leave Think I'm a magician, I pull diamonds out my sleeve I just punched a ticket, think I'm 'bout to hit Belize Believe me, huh, bitch, it's so greasy, she easy Thought he get cheese but he square like a Cheez-It Block is on fire, shit, I feel like Lil Weezy Hop out that car, frrt-fah, make it breezy You're weak, shawty fuck with mе, she won't leave for a week, ayy Pop mе a X, I can't see, but I speak, ayy I cannot fold, bitch, you won't see a crease, huh Scarin' them hoes, swear that boy be a creep, huh Ah, you a leech What's the report? I think it said deceased Do this for sport, I just laced up my— Do this for sport, I just laced up my cleats Hey, two thumbs up, think the nigga called peace, uh We goin' dumb on this money like a retard White boy outta Malibu, I call him Benard Dope good, shawty passed out, go get the ER Them niggas hella scared of me, you wanna see why? Glock with a dick, dancin' like JoJo Siwa Fur on my coat, fuck around and call PETA I'm Peter, I'm just a family guy, just tryna get heard No reverb, I gotta make sure they hearin' all my words I stay right up in my domain I get all this cake, get this cake I don't give a fuck where they stay Yeah, I'll fuck around and make a nigga fall away And how a nigga think that I was lacking? I can't play with him Uh, miss yo' homie in the casket? Make you lay with him I hit the ho from far away, I go Clay in it Jeweler hit me with the white diamonds, I Caucasian-ed it Need some Za', I might go hit the bank with it Fox 5, nigga, shoulda never played with me, uh All these bells, it's like a nigga can't pay with me I was bad, you know I brought a fuckin' K with me
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