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I bring my Nina-Nina, white lil' bean-uh, talking shit you fin get popped
New fifty drum yeah Milly Rock
My choppa is my new heartthrob
Bring my heat, bitch make party stop
I'm creepin' lil' bitch Carti rock
My diamonds finna get up in a minute, I ain't feelin' none
My choppa off the poppa, it got tits, yeah I'm feeling 'em
I'm popping all these beans, I got so much you'd think I'm dealing 'em
I told that bitch that I might need some brain because I'm really dumb

Huh, really dumb, yeah he really dumb, yeah, silly gun, lil' bitch a silly gun
Silly gun it got me feelin' good but not great (great)
Grippin' on my heat but lil' bitch I'm not safe

I pull out my choppa aim at yo' m'fucking face (face, face, face)
I'm creepin' on you but I only want shoot I'm deranged (ranged, ranged, ranged)
Got a new muzzle for my chop and it sound like Bane (Bane, Bane, Bane)
Boy you're soft and square like my mother fucking Hanes (Hanes, Hanes, Hanes)

Huh, got hit in the side with the metal like bell
Huh, all these drugs up in my body lil' bitch I see smells
I hit up Saint Laurent lil' bitch and then I hit up Margiela
Huh, I swipe his card, I swipe his chain lil' bitch I think imma cello
Huh, I shoot my heat up in the air lil' bitch, I think it's the sun (Huh)
I'm going insane off these drugs, yeah lil' bitch run
Huh, my wide-body stay in two lanes I stay in my own 'bout none
(Huh) Huh, he was walking now he limping and he slow just like my slug
Huh, now he dance
Bitch I'm creepy, Marilyn Manson
I let my chop eat, now I'm swimming in pape' I think I'm crampin'
Got a hundred round clip with his name on it (name on it, name on it) like bitch what's happening?
I let my m'fucking chop rang out, like I'm a champion

I bring my Nina-Nina, white lil' bean-uh, talking shit you fin get popped
New fifty drum yeah milly rock
My choppa is my new heartthrob
Bring my heat, bitch make party stop
I'm creepin' lil' bitch Carti rock
My diamonds finna get up in a minute, I ain't feelin' none
My choppa off the poppa, it got tits, yeah I'm feeling 'em
I'm popping all these beans, I got so much you'd think I'm dealing 'em
I told that bitch that I might need some brain because I'm really dumb

Huh, really dumb, yeah he really dumb, yeah, silly gun, lil' bitch a silly gun
Silly gun it got me feelin' good but not great (great)
Grippin' on my heat but lil' bitch I'm not safe

I pull out my choppa aim at yo' m'fucking face (face, face, face)
I'm creepin' on you but I only want shoot I'm deranged (ranged, ranged, ranged)
Got a new muzzle for my chop and it sounds like Bane (Bane, Bane, Bane)
Boy you're soft and square like my mother fucking Hanes (Hanes, Hanes, Hanes)

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