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[Intro] Pistol poppin', load the clip Roll the window, do a hit Pistol poppin', load the clip Roll the window do a hit Pistol poppin', load the clip Roll the window do a hit Pistol poppin', load the clip Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom Wishy washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do Junkie wit' a face, she love to do it in the bathroom Bitch, you talk too much (Talk too much) She ain't sayin' nun' (And tonight) All these fake assumptions [Chorus] But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga Molly, coke, and weed, she think she fuckin' with a trap nigga Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout, nigga If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her [Verse 1] I got two phones, one for the woah (Uh, hello?) You can catch me with a woe, prolly fuckin' on the woe Fill the blank, I know you know Solo baby, I got things you never seen And I can prolly show you, baby Make-make-make you feel right, fuckin' with a lame No wonder why it doesn't feel nice Record bass is boomin' Now these bitches wanna feel Mike I don't need to talk about that blizzy just to feel fly Been that nigga before I had figures I got two hoes, one juuged your bro (Hello?) A hoe, she gon' do it for a note, or a gram to feel a bro Gettin' high before a show Junkie baby, doesn't care about the message Just about the feelin', baby (Uh, gang) [Chorus] But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga Molly, coke, and weed, she think she fuckin' with a trap nigga Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout, nigga If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her [Verse 2] I remember I would ship the work But now I skip the work so I could sip the work (Ayy, ayy) Would kick a door before I stick a four I make the, pockets hurt I held it down so now I'm comin' up, my money doubled up He got a gun to try and cover up, your big dog is a— (Uh) I'm a real nigga, I'on't got no time for that shit I make hits, I don't got no time to go do a hit (Ayy, ayy) Remember Benji at the corner sellin' junkies a fix Remember niggas laughin' at me, said my music was shit (On gang) But now I knocked over Domino's, Pappadeauxs, I eat on steak now The grass got greener than the other side, bitch, it's too late now I'm Hollywood, we was cool yesterday, get out my face now (On God) I'm VIP anywhere I go (Gang, gang, gang) [Chorus] But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga Molly, coke, and weed, she think she fuckin' with a trap nigga Never heard of some but she keep talkin' 'bout his clout nigga If he give her drugs, she gonna trade it for some mouth, nigga Fuck with her, but don't fuck with her