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OTB Chucky

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F*ck a hoe, I go jack off and used to eat sleepy shit until I got that pack off
Plenty of hair, you just got bald, throw him a little stepper, call me when he dead on the asphalt
Puss, they say, how the f*ck you ain't signed yet? I'm on my shit, I don't mind it
I had a pack in the mail, the same size as the bricks

I'ma play with you, play with your kids
She's givin' me some head in the deli
I got orders for fifties, bleakies on deck and we shoppin' with fifty
I'm plottin' out pressure, you don't know who with me

What am I sayin'? You askin' too many questions
Tell her, y'all niggas trash, I'm blowin' this hair out
Motherfucker bought that, bought it
I'm so high when it's taco, we split it

And the clip, that be long as a midget
Splash on your bitch, got that drip in my fitted
All of my bitches, they slide, they be with it
She's some crazy, we throwin' a schmitty

I think I see she poppin' a titty
She poppin' a titty
Look
We out there, P-Hugo, shout out to Hoodie

Yeah, let's shout it, we gon' let her follow you
Let the hoes come through, 500 if we don't block
Take your shit, we goin' up on the Instagram
I ain't gonna steal a fan

I wouldn't rest in the kitchen, I'm flyin' shit out the window like I was Peter Pan
I handle my own shit, I own shit alone
Middle finger to the middle man
Anybody, they can get it when they want it

Finger-fuckin' bitch, she gon' tell me when she comin'
Jackie and his bitch, and I ain't next to him
There's nothin' that he ain't done
If a nigga trippin', get the bust up

My money mean my pride
Central nigga got the money, we gon' ride him
Boy, I'm simply a P-I-M-P
And I'ma let it go until the clip full empty

Who you talkin' to
We gon' blow this bitch up to the moon
That's how we move on
I got that candy and it's gonna make the news

If you shoot, let it pass
If a nigga alley-oops, the breezy beat
Trippin' off them drugs and slayin'
Got a call from the opps

They said, just get him too
If you trippin', I'm sayin' you know who we comin' to
I blow 50 out the tank and then we get him too
If I catch you breathin', we gon' catch you in that chopper room

We a bitch-ass gang
Let us live up
You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures
YBK, Prince, and the P-I-P

We gettin' money and we bout to snatch your picture
Go figure
One beat, ain't no broke niggas
She said she wanted to chill

I let her roll with us
She said she poppin' a pill
I let her smoke with us
Put my nigga in it, feel like a fuckin' boat with us

Yeah, girl, I know your nigga Mack
Now you gotta buy a bigger bag
Dime the rings and pop the tags
And you still gon' cheat with your bitch ass

Callin' me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to play me
I got a hundred killers on the other end of this Bluetooth

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