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[Intro] (Ayy, Gallery, what the fuck y'all got for me?) [Verse] Ayy, pop a Tesla pill, I guess I can drive myself now Cut the bitch off, she done had a mental breakdown (Aw, aw) Finger pop the seal, turn a bitch to a eight-ounce (Ergh-ergh) I don't like debatin' 'bout prices, that's petty I don't start shit, pop it off, I'ma finish Lil' bitch, you bad, Prada down, that's the Devil Bitch, rub my back, said she never felt a million I ain't gotta work, I'm a boss, that's a blessing I'm a lover boy, for the trish, I'm too sexy Don't speak on my past, I was broke, that's embarrassin' (What?) My bitch want every bag that exist, she a headache Ballin, wanna try out for the Pistons, they won't let me (They won't let me) Every nigga from the hood, they like how I be ready (I do) It's crazy, I don't got her number, but I got her naked I don't know who to vote for, but I got all these damn presidents (Ski) My shirt a thousand, never wear it again because I sweated it This brick of white we got, it shine so hard it look like an Elliot I don't wanna never been no rookie, I'm a veteran I'm the one these niggas call a G.O.A.T., fuck the freshman list Spaceship coupe, no roof, I'm the alien Fresher than a breathe of fresh air, I'm inhalin' Nigga run they mouth more than a ho, boy, I'm tellin' ya Niggas wanna keep up with my moves, I'm Kardashian I should run the WWE, I know flexing (Flex) I could show you how to ball longer, sports medicine (On God) Yeah, she into fashion, but she ain't got no panties I'm the reason all the stores ain't got no Fantas I got free bands, Doe Boy, oh, really? (Oh, really?) I got grown money, lil' bitch, no kiddin' (Ain't no kiddin') She a bad bitch, she might make me go trickin' (Grr) Even though she fuck a nigga for free, GloRilla (Huh?) Nigga popped a fake pill, gone gremlin That's a dark Four in that Pop, Lil Daniel Before me, you never had a pops, lil' bastard (Yeah, yeah) You know unc too hot for Instagram, we keep him Casper My pants been raised, call me Bruce Wayne, Batman This brick came dressed white like a bride at a weddin' I won't be surprised I'm denied gettin' into Heaven I'm such a fuckin' snake, time to time I be sheddin' (Hesss) I need a list of fuckin' new goals, I done did 'em (Yeah) I got a whole list of new hoes that I'm hittin'
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- Veeze