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[Intro] Ayy bruh I like lemon pepper on my hot wings, boy Yeah [Chorus] Ayy look, serving P's out to testers I should charge a nigga extra Smoking gas, that pressure Dead prez, need some stretchers You should go and get your camera Bitches saying that I'm handsome Man, this song so random I like hot wings, lemon pepper Fucking bad bitches on the regular You can go through a nigga's cellular How I'm getting money, can't tell you, bruh But if you need some work, I'll sell you some You should go and get your camera Bitches saying that I'm handsome Man, this song so random I like hot wings, lemon pepper [Verse 1] Ayy look, ayy look, fucking bad bitches on the regular And I'm getting money on the regular You can go through a nigga's cellular How I'm getting money, can't tell you, bruh Lenox Mall shopping I'ma fuck around and break the registers In the mall, copping Leaving out bags on the regular Lemon pepper sprinkles on the hot wings Got a bad bitch, she's a hot thing I'ma go and take my hoe shopping I'ma pull up in the hood in a drop Benz Alexander with the Bally kits, boy, you know I gotta cop them Extravagant, I do random shit, I'm probably running from the cops now [Chorus] Ayy look, serving P's out to testers I should charge a nigga extra Smoking gas, that pressure Dead prez, need some stretchers You should go and get your camera Bitches saying that I'm handsome Man, this song so random I like hot wings, lemon pepper Fucking bad bitches on the regular You can go through a nigga's cellular How I'm getting money, can't tell you, bruh But if you need some work, I'll sell you some You should go and get your camera Bitches saying that I'm handsome Man, this song so random I like hot wings, lemon pepper [Verse 2] Ayy look, fucked your main bitch off of Instagram Then I hit the hood, served a thousand grams Heartthrob, called an ambulance Bad bitches got a thousand fans Blowing cash just like a ceiling fan Dog food looking off tan Designer real, no off-brand Real Buscemi cost two bands Chopped the work like Jackie Chan A lot of diamonds on my left hand Bought a Tesla off the pots and pans Heard your momma trying to get a gram I catch the pack when it lands Birds flocking in the Trans-Am Told him, "Meet me on Candler" Hold a nigga up for ransom [Chorus] Ayy look, serving P's out to testers I should charge a nigga extra Smoking gas, that pressure Dead prez, need some stretchers You should go and get your camera Bitches saying that I'm handsome Man, this song so random I like hot wings, lemon pepper Fucking bad bitches on the regular You can go through a nigga's cellular How I'm getting money, can't tell you, bruh But if you need some work, I'll sell you some You should go and get your camera Bitches saying that I'm handsome Man, this song so random I like hot wings, lemon pepper