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[Chorus] One, two, three, four giffies outta Speedway Five, six, seven Scats racing up the freeway Eight, nine bands off the scams, it was free pape' Ten fucking hoes on my dick, bitch, I need space Yeah, boy, you better tuck yo bitch 'fore we three-way her For that cheddar, throw more holes at him than a cheese grater You'll never catch my hands out, I don't need favors Only thing gang know is shoot, he gon' think later [Verse] Elevation come from separation, I ain't near these niggas Painting pictures like I'm van Gogh, don't wanna hear these niggas Thousand dollar rips, boy, what you know about Amiri denim? In the hood, hold on, let me clеar my system In the hood, we spark his ass up, hе think he plugged in Only got the head up off yo bitch, I only fuck tens Funny how if you don't reach no cover, you get tucked in Looking through my database, I think I got enough BINs When the critics label me the GOAT is when I give it up Yo nigga window shopping at the set, bitch, he ain't spend a buck SB, T-double H-L, you ain't kin to us When I get rich, the next goal gon' be rich as fuck Ha-ha, yeah, that's not far though Fuck around and shoot him like I'm Logan, I'll spark bro Future bright as hell but I always had a dark soul They just getting hip, I always knew that I was part GOAT I'm worried 'bout the scoreboard, you looking at the shot clock All these thirty round ARs, this a chop shop I could fuck the hoes but the pape' always cock-block Lil' bro'll lay down in yo bushes, don't get drop shot Gang jumping out with Gen5s, we let Glocks pop Posted up on niggas' cross streets, we playing opp watch If it's up, boy, this shit forever, we do not squash Turbans on, Drac'd up, he better pray to Allah Ain't no midget 'round when I say the 45 by me Road tripping, hitting every store, fucking slide out it Stepping in this bitch, might fuck around and break the tile out it Enterprise rental, know I'm getting every mile out it Ex bitch fucked up thinking that I need hoes Water, air, and pape', bitch, I really only need those Whole gang touching dog shit, bitch, we team goals Fucking off the [?] boy, you cuffing fiend hoes Looking like a blessing, when she see me, she gon' make a wish Balling out the gym for every time I couldn't make a swish Setting plays up for that roll, bro gon' make the pick Dog hoes, I'll chase my tail 'fore I chase a bitch [Chorus] One, two, three, four giffies outta Speedway Five, six, seven Scats racing up the freeway Eight, nine bands off the scams, it was free pape' Ten fucking hoes on my dick, bitch, I need space Yeah, boy, you better tuck yo bitch 'fore we three-way her For that cheddar, throw more holes at him than a cheese grater You'll never catch my hands out, I don't need favors Only thing gang know is shoot, he gon' think later