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[Verse 1: Choirboy] Don't hit my line less theres money on it You got that fine I'll go dummy on it Cats is eyeing mine lie in line out the line try and shine buying time but ain't grind that shit funny don't it If we ain't talking money then we don't talk Bad boy don't stop (?) blurry brain bring back no thot leave them on the sidewalk gonna need more (?) (?) bitch More guap no swap never switch No guap then that line go clicc No guap then that line go clicc [Hook] No emotion when you hit me on the trap phone Get the picture no emoji's on the trap phone Know we going gasoline until the pacc shows With the bitches no emoji on the trap phone [Verse 2: Ouija] I somersault the blocc like jeez louise Shawty chirp me from the corner when ya see it believe I've been smoking snorting drank and looking (?) That hoe said who the fucc is he its Ouija wee in the streets Okay its Ouija and I spell it with the O I stole from O goddamn Hit me for the pacc and yes I got you for the low goddamn Holy fuccing Moly no emojis in my phone goddamn this that motorolley we got' speak (?) My psycho therapist narcissistic hoe goddamn All I wanna do is swag and fucc on (?) goddamn Tore my heart yesterday I'm icy fuccing cold goddamn No emo- no mo goddamn I'm juggin' from this hoe goddamn [Hook] [Verse 3: Yung Xela] ?