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[Verse 1] Put a lil' bitch in VETMENTS, she don't know how to act no more (Gang) I done boarded this plane too many damn times, feel like I'm back on tour Carry niggas, my back so sore (Gang) My lil' ho got ass on her (Skrrt, skrrt) She don't even run track no more (Boop, boop) I just want that fast car I been poppin' my shit, honestly I'm these rap nigga pop's, ain't no beef, like it's backyard New SRT, like a NASCAR Bitch wanna link up, but she mad far Hold it down, know I get the team right New Gucci glasses, so a nigga see right I don't tote no Glock, nigga this a P9' Put that Glock on him, now his V-line I'm in the trap, had to make a B-line Got sons, nigga, like I'm T.I Big blunts, nigga, call it "tree time" Kick that ho out, 'cause I need some me time Hunnid round, leave that nigga knee high New Asian ho, talkin' 'bout some "Ni hao" Too up, niggas tryna put me down Niggas couldn't fuck with me on the rebounds (Skrrt) Huh, I'm in my prime right now Huh, lil' brudda hit the play for me, if he get locked up, I'ma bond right out Hey, ain't no librarian, if he get too loud, I'ma have make him sign right out Geeked up, drugs on my mind right now (Let do it) I'm with my slime right now Huh, [?] Too geeked up in the spot, now I'm wheezin' New red fur, in this fox, I'm a demon Broke ass nigga, his pockets Anemic Freak ho, I'm locked in with her cleavage Leave her ass, just like LeBron did to Cleveland Man, I'm too turnt up for a remix Fuck ya lil' clout, man, that nigga can keep it Bitch, G-O-A-T, and I mean it Fucked the rap nigga bitch, 'cause he gave me a reason (Huh) Freak ho, gettin' on top, like some season (Let go) It's a whole lotta red 'cause my cup really bleedin' Dropped outta class, I ain't into the readin' Bitch, richer than all of the teachers Capped out, nigga got so many beatings Backed out bands, I don't know when to heat it [Bridge] (Go, lil' ho, yeah) (Bankroll still look like a motherfuckin' yacht, stand my money long, yeah) (Yeah, slatt, bop) [Verse 2] Ha, this shit get realer than rap Fuck these boys, and they streams, I ain't into reactions, my niggas realer than that How the fuck you was hatin'? But now l'm they captions, all I could do was just laugh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When I'm back in that mode, lil' nigga play wrong, he end up on the floor (Damn, gang) I fucked too many hoes, I don't need none of them, get to bootin' and go (Damn) I don't even gotta aim, I just shoot and reload Leave a hole in his face, the same size as a donut D-D-Don't gotta say much, this ho in my face 'cause she see the success and she fuck with the motion I'm in that fuckin' Audi body ravin', and this shit rack warrants, we goin' to Florida I-I-I'm in the spot with a Louis V' backpack, tryna find my way out, and I'm feelin' like Dora Hop out that car, and you, you could get clapped at Shit sendin' school 'cause the fill was informed And that bitch, she a real deal whore, tryna gaggle my dick, she ain't have nun' to decorn (Fah) In that motherfuckin' 4x4 (Gang, bitch) [Outro] Gang