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Lyrics

[Chorus] (Woah) I'ma fuck her in the truck, show 'em she a slut I'm pullin' up in that lil' big body, what the fuck? I wash the spot too smooth, got her stuck (Waeh) Hit a bitch ass nigga, wanna die, could try his luck Bitch, I just walked in Balenci' (Woah) I feel that percocet in my kidney I just chopped it up wit Q50 That nigga snort that shit like Whitney Just like the E-way, I get busy I'm hittin' that bad bitch like a stizzy My favorite opp died, got to trippin' Bust on her stomach 'cause I'm going in it [Verse] I be like "Fuck that", and went indi' I'm getting money, wanna come with me? I'm a Balenciaga boy, fuck Ricky Arcidra, fuck Fendi Had lil' mama fuck with me Brand new vac, get in with me I don't want that hoe Came up, yeah, I grown She gon' suck that soul (Woah) Was a brokе nigga but I did it Came up, bitch, I'm worth the ticket Pullеd up on 'em, should've pulled off And I still look like I ain't did it Flash off diamonds still hit Bad bitch wanna get hit Pulled up on 'em, nigga it's a hit Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit [Chorus] I'ma fuck her in the truck, show 'em she a slut I'm pullin' up in that lil' big body, what the fuck? I wash the spot too smooth, got her stuck (Waeh) Hit a bitch ass nigga, wanna die, could try his luck Bitch, I just walked in Balenci' I feel that percocet in my kidney I just chopped it up wit Q50 That nigga snort that shit like Whitney Just like the E-way, I get busy I'm hittin' that bad bitch like a stizzy My favorite opp died, got to trippin' Bust on her stomach 'cause I'm going in it