B2B

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[Intro: Thouxanbanfauni] (Indigo) (Okay Embasin) Yeah Nah 34 double O TTB [Verse: Thouxanbanfauni & Lite Fortunato] Copped new drip, it came with the ocean, drowned him on a splash Drowned the man on a splash, brand new whip drivin' Ocean Ave Fuckin' that bitch from the back off bath salts, you woulda thought I spazzed Uh, doin' the dash in a brand new Trackhawk, I almost crashed Pussy lil nigga, you ain't even no [?] have the cash Pussy lil hoe can't come to my telly' if you ain't got no ass Shawty you bad, I'll smash, but nah I ain't the nigga to gas On go, on vroom all day, only the real gon' last Bitches be dumb and life be hard, gotta go through the day with a flask Niggas my sons, most of them raised, [?] Shawty wanna be my future but don't wanna tell me her past Shawty wanna be my future but won't tell me her past I gotta go away I need my personal space Shawty always had a real pretty face, thick thighs and a real thin waist Niggas be fuckin' with the baddest hoes, still cheat on em' [?] Niggas be fuckin' on the baddest hoes, still cheat on em' [?] Then I'ma backout the Wraith [?] Glock, the faith Backout the Dodge, you could race Backout the [?] Put the bitch in check so quick No matter how bad, never will chase Never been racist, fuck a girl in every race, yeah I'm a real Batman, Bruce Wayne [?] At Del Frisco's with your hoe eatin' on steak Whole lotta girlfriends, I guess that's a lot on my plate And calamari Two different bitches, both of them are barbies [?] know you lookin' salty [?] like Spalding I could convince a bitch to work for me and make it a [?] I could convince a bitch to twerk for me at four in the morning I could convince a nigga to give up his [?] or he gon' see a coffin I do the dash in the Beamer right down Rodeo, I seen the boy walkin' Who is that boy? These pussy ass boys [?] I feel like I'm the king of New York, Joe Dirt, you Christopher Walken Goofy lil boy want smoke and static with us, leave him out in the chalk then Oh, they get chalked then Oh, cause' they callin' Oh, we ballin' Oh, they stallin' Duffle bag hold alotta' sticks Pornstars got alotta' dicks Think he straight, then he in it [?] hidden This bullet here gon' have your name [?] this shit gon' hit him All these bullets they gon' hit him All these bullets they gon' hit him Pornstars [?] X Videos, Glocks and dicks [?] I need Jesus All my bitches been filled with semen All my niggas been turned to demons Real dedication, baby I'm leading All of my niggas they turn to demons Hellcat vroom, vroom, vroom I'm speedin' You might die, just for trreason You might die for no mofuckin' reason All of my ex's are [?] All of you new hoes so past season I got Monclers on to change the season I'm a young nigga [?] I just pulled up in a Hellcat And I don't care to give a [?] GTR with a SRT, baby you know I'm known for speed Need for speed, go to midnight club, Gran Turismo [?] [?] Never seen niggas dominate the streets TTB, young elites, 3400 soldiers eat Baby don't call my bipolar cause' I'm cold with the heat And I'm cold like the winter [?] company Baby call me bipolar, mix the Xanax with the [?] SRT-T-B, my shooters they shoot for free [Outro: Thouxanbanfauni] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah