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I told that hoe to pack her bag, but she know we goin' out of space
Young nigga fat racks, it's bout a hundred on the chain
I been standin' by the way, I can't get caught up with the J's
I been feelin' really down, I told that hoe to give me face

That bitch, she ain't tryna f*ck with the J's, don't want a case
I don't really give a f*ck, got a bitch down for the chase
Talkin' bout she want a bag, in the LCD range
I don't got no time for that bitch, we can go to Chick-fil-A

Or we can hit up Mickey D's, you could get a six piece
With a small fry, can you add a Sprite to that, please
If you not, not for the ride, bitch, I can hit you with the peas
Kick your ass up out the car, bitch, you can order Uber Eats

Bitch, I been chillin' on the low, I don't got no time for hoes
What that nigga Tyler said? Bitch, you can catch me with your hoe
But you can't catch me in the mix, you know we steady, toting sticks
I ain't a sticker butter head, we up the score by like six

We smokin' good gas, nigga on the corner that we shoot at
That's a new pack, and it's pre-rolled, that's a good pack
If I'm up, my nigga's up, nigga don't gotta stress
If that hoe wanna touch my phone, nigga know she gotta bless

I tell that hoe to pack her bags, she know we goin' out of space
Young nigga fat racks, it's bout a hundred on the chain
I been standin' up out the way, I can't get caught up by the J's
I been feelin' really down, I tell that hoe to give me face

I told that hoe to give me necks, told that hoe to give me brains
Damn, her friend did it better, I might pull up next day
Young nigga stackin' G's, bitch, you know my bread, different head
Young B on her back, bitch, you know her head, different

I'm in her bed, in her head, why she givin' me head
Smokin' that exotic shit, got me floatin' out of space
Fine dark skin, huh, I'm in love with her face
Just give me some face, she a whole snack, huh

Hold on, wait, let me see it from the back, shit too fat
She exotic like this weed that I'm smokin', I got racks
Work, for it, let me see you throw it back
Pass her to my homie, on the left of me, she keep textin' me

Lovin' how she sexin' me, I'm fuckin' with her vibe
We sneakin' on the low, why you wanna go outside
Ayy, hop in a whip, now you can ride
Ayy, bust down lace, got you lookin' real fine

I'm in love with her accent and in the way how she be movin
I told her to throw it back while I'm throwin' all these racks
I ain't your ex ain't no comparison, I'm on my own shit
And I'm messin' with a boss, bitch, she got her own shit

And I ain't dissin', I'm just vibin' to the beat
I'm messin' with a freak, and them brown skins and dark skins
Always get the best of me
She from Coquina key
I like my bitches brown like Hennessy

This bitch from overseas, she talkin' bout, she love da breeze too

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