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Adrixn Hills

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn, ayy, bitch, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
This blick is not for no B-Roll, so don't try to play in this bitch
My hand on her throat pourin' Tito's, but I brought my drank in this bitch
Lil' shawty been feelin' my stilo, but you won't see me lay with this bitch
This beat was made by a Migo, but it's CDK in this bitch

This cranberry juice all inside my tequila
My bitch hold a rack in her left like Serena
When I pray to God got my right on the Nina
Shit I tell my bro if he want he can keep her
I'll toss a hoe to the hounds I ain't stingy
I'll move some pounds til this Chevy a Bentley

Love when I drop, all of a sudden, they miss me
Hills on a roll, turn a one to a fifty
Uh, ayy, matter of fact, turn a one to a hundred
F*ck what you say, you gon' do, should've done it
We walk in the crib, shawty said that she lovin' it

I could be up, wouldn't work with your budget
I could be down on my last wouldn't  punt it
I could be down on my last wouldn't, I could be, ayy

I could be up on a milli', you see me on TV and still wouldn't give you a dollar
She could go upgrade her titties and make a waist skinny, that don't really mean that I want her
You best be buyin' some shit or supplying some shit, don't be up in my phone with no offer
Codeine be killin' me slowly, but f*ck bout your O.G., I bet that I'm fuckin' his daughter
Yeah, yeah, okay

Hills steps so hard, these folks can't breathe
Spades on spades, my gang throw threes
Hoes on hoes just walk on knees

Kaze and Prada gon' serve to the bird's
D.D. been puttin' that shiesty to work
I'm smokin' with Venus, shit took me off Earth
I'm prayin' for Pablo, I hope that it work

I put a pint to my liver and drown it
I break a half off a thirty and down it
Fucked bout a threat, I just hope that he bout it
She said she don't f*ck no one else, boy, I doubt it

I'm back in Texas off all kinds of runtz
Skittles and sherbet, these too many blunts
Shawty look good, but I'm still hittin' once
How you at the show with no woods or a Dutch

How you at the show with no wood or a Dutch
Why you ain't mixing your lean with the Crush
Why you stop sippin' that shit ain't enough

Like why you stop sippin' that shit ain't enough
You with us or no ain't no playing the cusp
Like four balaclavas ain't wearing no tux

Like four balaclavas ain't wearing no tux
Im with my patnas ain't giving no f*ck
I might hit the blunt and go ghost for a, month

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