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Lyrics

[Intro] (You know what I'm sayin' I made-) (I made a hundred) (You know what I'm sayin', a hundred) (Nigga, I got a hundred, know what I'm sayin'?) (Make that bitch a stat and count up fuckin' bands) [Chorus] Okay, okay Clips to him like a barber, yeah Everyday bitch I go harder, yeah Everyday bitch I get smarter, yeah Okay, okay I get me a beat and I slide Your lil' bitch is down for the ride I don't got no main, just sides Okay, okay Like a football game, we roughin' him up Chasin' the racks, I ain't had enough Gorilla lil' bitch I'm puffin' my chest up Okay, okay Took a trip to her house, but I cannot stay Miss me with the bullshit, olé Caught a couple bodies, nigga okay Okay, okay We want the smoke, want all of that shit I see in the bitch, I get hit after hits You see the brand? It's an overseas fit You aim at his shit but you can't hit the neck You up in the stu' and you can't make a hit Gutter, gutter bitch we stay in that bitch Model clothes, and I model my bitch My hoe Corona, I'm sick of that bitch Rollie, bling, all on the wrist Big guns, we don't do fists Smoke THC, I don't do none of that nic' We in the Borolla, we hotbox this shit There be 4 blunts rotating, 4 heads Hop out the whip and we look like walking dead Watching my back 'cause I know them niggas fed [Bridge] Call him Dorothy, he stay with them bricks Celine my shirt, up my sleeve got a whole lot of tricks Knew she was in love the way she was sucking on my dick Call me top shotta, you know we gon' pull up with them blicks [Chorus] Okay, okay Clips to him like a barber, yeah Everyday bitch I go harder, yeah Everyday bitch I get smarter, yeah Okay, okay I get me a beat and I slide Your lil' bitch is down for the ride I don't got no main, just sides Okay, okay Like a football game, we roughin' him up Chasin' the racks, I ain't had enough Gorilla lil' bitch I'm puffin' my chest up Okay, okay Took a trip to her house, but I cannot stay Miss me with the bullshit, olé Caught a couple bodies, nigga okay Okay, okay We want the smoke, want all of that shit I see in the bitch, I get hit after hits You see the brand? It's an overseas fit You aim at his shit but you can't hit the neck You up in the stu' and you can't make a hit Gutter, gutter bitch we stay in that bitch Model clothes, and I model my bitch My hoe Corona, I'm sick of that bitch Rollie, bling, all on the wrist Big guns, we don't do fists Smoke THC, I don't do none of that nic' We in the Borolla, we hotbox this shit There be 4 blunts rotating, 4 heads Hop out the whip and we look like walking dead Watching my back 'cause I know them niggas fed