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I got racks I can't go, hats to the back like Kangol
I can't wife no stank hoe, I can't cuff no skank hoe
Mini Uzi, Draco, when I pull up, she go low When she mad, she go ghost
But I can't chase no fuckin' hoe, that is just a no-no
Pop out, rock the fuckin' show We be screamin', go, go
We be screamin', go, go We be screamin', go, go
We be screamin', go, go We be screamin', go, go
We be screamin', go, go
When you see us, better show some respect He ride with the FN I ride with the tech
I know a bitch super blessed with the neck When I hit her up , she kill all of my stress
All I know is win, yeah, you know the rest Pop out to the party, yeah, I hit the flex
Let's go to the mall, see who trickin' the best
Smokin' a Za, that shit burnin' my chest Ex-bitch hit my line, I'm like what is the catch
Dawgy bad to the bone, I told him, go fetch
Broke up with my bitch sent that through text it's too many bitches out here givin' me sex
When I hit the stage, stop, drop, and roll
Cause I'm tryna let that fire go I'm talkin' bout that fire flow
Down lil bitch, she a rider fasho
This rap shit in my DNA Scrubs touch the ground, no CNA
Don't kiss me in public, no PDA took off with his shit like GTA
I'm up in the meetin', no PTA Put ha ass on the bus, no CTA
It's not a facade, this really my style Bad lil' bitch, I'm takin' her down
I'm takin' her throne, I'm takin' her crown If she got knotless, I'm eatin' ha up
My pop supa drunk, pout the lean in my cup
Homie lit in the stu, that shit t'ing me up
Just copped me a Frenchie, that shit cost me too much
Lil' bitch supa nasty, I ate her for lunch
I drowned in the liq, not no regular punch
Ridin' around in the car, that's super fast
I'm always at first, I'm never at last
Who you facin' the blunt? You don't gotta pass
I went to the bank need my racks in cash
She Tried to expose me, so I put ha on blast
Buddy he ran in my crib, put the dogs on his ass
Buddy ran in my crib, put holes in his ass
Get smacked in the face like Chris Rock
You can't trace the gun, it's a ghost Glock
I told her to drop, no pop block
Bounce around in her mouth like Pop Rocks
She sucked me out my damn socks
I told her, baby girl, don't stop
F*ck that bitch, she belong to the opps
Well, matter of fact, she belongs to the streets
I used to be broke, didn't know what to eat
But now I'm a real turnt, put supreme on my sheets
I just wanna rock, no Uzi, Vert
The angles on lock, I ain't talkin' hurt
Ex bitch did me wrong, that shit left me hurt
But that was my fault, had my heart on the shirt
Go, go, go
Go, go, yeah
Go, go, yeah
Bitch, I'm from Chicago
Yeah, we call that shit the go
Yeah, yeah

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