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[Intro] (Depo made this bitch) [Verse 1: StanWill] Huh, I'm with E tryna catch a B Checkmate a nigga face in my Louis checkered sneaks Time is money, you be thinkin' every second cheap He might got the sauce, but he ain't got the recipe Since I got my money up, my bitch been seein' less of me You gotta think on every L, that's where the lesson be Glued to my hip, that's where the weapon be Stick with G23, think me and Glocky Siamesе Cuddy catch them niggas out, he givin' oppies IVs In thеse double coffee cups it's probably Wocky Hi-Cs Fifth-Generation Glock, the 'fit I'm rockin' five G's [Verse 2: Babyfxce E] Huh, three racks in the Gucci belt, that's five G's Catch me doin' donuts in the slatt 'Cat, it's slime green Chase a nigga in the Scat, had him doin' high knees And that's no rap either, ain't no point in lyin' to you I can sell this shit on my wrist and go buy a boat Then put an AP up on my shit after a couple shows Huh, should I bring a lot or just a couple hoes? Sippin' drank, I know you ashed in your cup before See, me, man, I'm still gon' fuckin' drink it Don't be reachin' for my phone, bitch, I'ma tell you that you tweakin' [Verse 3: StanWill] Don't call my celly tryna fuck, bae, I'm gon' tell you when I need it Talkin' to a hammy, told you I'm gon' Zelle you by the evening Trunk in the front, Cybertruck damn near ass-backwards Face so pretty, I don't even think the ass matter Aimin' for his roof, it's funny we gon' blast ladders Ex-bitch or my opposites, don't know who ass madder At the 'yo with your ho, finna make a hit All this fuckin' cheese on me, y'all should take a pic She pulled up on the 7 and she ate a dick To the cops, play the Fifth, opps, play the blick I love the fuckin' pussy, but I hate the bitch Pop out with that switch, we tryna make a swish Unky playin' with that food, but he can't make a dish She gon' fuck me off my Datejust and you gon' date the bitch [Verse 4: Babyfxce E] Real ice, man, y'all niggas out here fakin' shit Naw, your ass a tweaker, man, somebody probably laced this shit I was on M Block tryna hurry up and weigh this shit And sealin' pints, tellin' niggas when the cases in Fast dude, how the fuck I pull up late again? Fill him up with 40 just to make sure that he ate again Huh, I don't miss, I must be shootin' on the baby rim Lil' bro first gun was a switch, he don't do baby steps Yeah, he just started runnin' Told the driver he know that it don't let nobody park in front of me I got so much love, I pulled up a hundred deep Two matching Glocks, tote chops, it's a brother thing Slide down to Ohio, man, I know they fuck with me [Verse 5: StanWill] Watch cost thirty, 'member I couldn't even up a G If you want me to get that double C, then suck a D My bitch yellow, soda black, shit, I might be a bumblebee I blew five hundred up at Mortons, check please This bitch ain't the bank, told her she can't check me They could teach me yoga, oppies wouldn't stretch me I'm with E, so when I pop an opp, it's with an XD [Outro: StanWill] Huh, bitch, Dog Shit Militia Gang