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[Intro] (6lement) [Verse 1: Cootie] Walk around Cuban link, different face chain color like tie dye (Ice) Shittin' on bitch any type of way, putting on that Prada (Drip) Hellcat, two door coupe, all white, bitch, let's ride out (We're gone) Audemar do cha-cha, all praise, shout out my Allah (Amen) [Chorus: Cootie] Yeah, the fit, coming on trim (Woah) Yo' bitch, her fit, yeah, coming on trim (On trim) My bitch a pop up, pull up, flex up, we ain't even in the gym (At all) Balenci', step on bitches necks, and we don't even need no Timbs [Verse 2: Cootie & Anti Da Menace] BB's got the neck frozen, Hellcat, drive it likе it's stolen Big racks got the pockets pokin', wrist glowin', icеd out, snowing Been the shit, my resume show it Make a bag, spend a bag, blow it House of weed, niggas think we grow it Backends so big, can't even fold it With my dog like his name Snoopy, that boy shoot, then I'm gon' shoot All that barking, get to sparkin', I'ma make sure he can't woof Bitch get mad, I beat my chest, I'm a gorilla in that zoo Tell that boy, "Don't wipe no vest", I hit his neck and then he through Hellcat, push start, vroom Do the dash, I'm gone, zoom Big crib, backyard, pool Backwood, straight gas, moon Big shells, eat 'em up, spoon Get money, all I count is blue Bitches on me, fuck 'em by the two Real trappin', not these other dudes When you see me on [Chorus: Cootie] Yeah, the fit, coming on trim Yo' bitch, her fit, yeah, coming on trim My bitch a pop up, pull up, flex up, we ain't even in the gym Balenci', step on bitches necks, and we don't even need no Timbs [Verse 3: Anti Da Menace & Cootie] I might go Givenchy, SRT, might not never buy no Bentley Everybody 'round me steppin', tryna get them out them trenches Just stayed down and sold them 'bows, before the rap, my wrist was froze Switch'll blow right through our door, if bitches snort just let me now Niggas in my way, they need to move When I hit the club, them bitches choose Got a stick that's longer than a broom Done so good, they think I'm servin' shrooms Junkies high, you can smell the fumes How I know? I'm stuck in the room Take to hit them janks, can't even move I'm so up right now with the moves Wicked Weser, I got better, this so cold, I need a sweater Broke the record, stepped on every opp', I think I need a medal Roof-roof, that's that choppa comin' through Why they mad I'm in bag? Lil' bitch, I popped up out the blue, blaow [Chorus: Cootie] Yeah, the fit, coming on trim Yo' bitch, her fit, yeah, coming on trim My bitch a pop up, pull up, flex up, we ain't even in the gym Balenci', step on bitches necks, and we don't even need no Timbs