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XO Mello

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Just slide to the stu' we can, huh
I said slide to the stu' we can talk about some --

Just slide to the stu' we can talk about some pape
Imma hit a home runner you gon' walk around the base
Seven-five dollar zip, you gon' smoke a bag of shake
This shorty fuckin' on the gang and now she throwin' helle shade
Bitch we know you got the suction know your belly helle fake
If your fruity ass was in a cell your celly gettin' laid
Know the weed sweet as hell it's a Jelly Belly eighth
Brodie life fucked up he on Fetty every day

Bitch I'm gettin' every play like I'm startin'
Step back, make the shot like I'm James fuckin' Harding
Yeah he said that he was better I'm like ain't you retarted
They gon' turn the lights on Imma skate I don't park it
Alright, here we go
Thought I'm satisfied with twenty bands Imma need some more
He be pump fakin', foulin' Imma get the easy throws
She be gaggin' on it but I thought she had the deepest throat
Gave her dick had to tell her get up out my pheezy hoe
She be actin' hard to get but really she a easy body
Bitch I'm booted up I drop a Perky in a three of Wocky
He don't really smoke for real he hit the blunt I seen him coughin'
All these lil boys got some brown noses like they eatin' chocolate
Yeah ok you got the Glockiana but won't even spark it
No this ain't no Track but bitch the mo'fuckin' Demon hawkin'
They be mean muggin' flash the --
Like yeah keep on walking'
All these haters chattin' on the gram they steady eatin' sausage
Like what the f*ck is wrong with dude, f*ck wrong with dog
Point out any rapper who can match my fuckin' catalogue
They can't see me I don't leave the house without my balaclava
When I beat it up, I beat it up you know I battle scar her
She be tryna buy the dick she be Doordashin' me
Talkin' bout a line, I be sippin' fours actually
I just popped a RP now I'm speakin' more factually
I got more pape than you mixed with your whole faculty
Whole family, hoes stare at me they can't handle me
I ain't tryn talk if you can't make a band with me
Bitch I could blow this bitch and hit you and your fuckin' mans with ease
B-B-Bae my body got that water on it like a manatee
I know you mad I'm braggin'
But you would do the same if you could have it
XO number one and your ass stuck inside the losing bracket
I be sick as hell when it be veins up in my Doopy package
Poppin' out, rockin Carti shades ain't no Gucci glasses
Stubborn as a bitch, twenty four hour standoff
Talkin' shit but when we at his door pussy ran off
Bitch I'm high as f*ck I'm smokin' runtz until the land lost
Lookin' for this pape like Gordan Ramsey with the lamb sauce
Nah for real bitch I be cookin' up you you just be expeditin'
I just put some purple down it feel like I just swept the Vikings
Shut the f*ck up bitch I don't wan' talk I like the extra silence
He be chat-chattin' when we run up he gon' get to hidin'
Imma f*ck her head up, pop a Perc and get her legs divided
Imma take your bitch to Ruth's Chris, y'all gon' go to Sonic
Pop a Perc and I get too high, I be floatin' by 'em
Nah brodie that ain't real motion but I saw you tryin'

Just slide to the stu' we can talk about some pape
Imma hit a home runner you gon' walk around the base
Seven-five dollar zip, you gon' smoke a bag of shake
This shorty fuckin' on the gang and now she throwin' helle shade
Bitch we know you got the suction know your belly helle fake
If your fruity ass was in a cell your celly gettin' laid
Know the weed sweet as hell it's a Jelly Belly eighth
Brodie life fucked up he on Fetty every day

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