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tha glass we had ziplock
She let me fugg I hit that hoe wit' my dance like it's tik tok
Yea, Yea
Slide on bro we smoke tha funky in car this a pit stop

the honda civic
2020
We had brought them stangs on
Got me switchin up the lanes now
Lame niggas tryna chase clout
"Cash CEO Records checking in"
They say

back
Take a third step back 'fore yo head get cracked (let's go)
A licky, da-hickey-hickey, that's jiggy to me
Only rolling with bandit boys, we ruthless

is you silly?
I'm two stops away from a mili
They asking me, "Where is the glizzies?"
I don't mix red peppers with chili
You got your shit took by

when I hop in the seat
Bad bitch let me know that fit so clean
Pick her fine ass up and we fuck on the sink
Know she want me bad but it's in her dreams

a leg shot
We got ooters, so don't get your head popped
(Damn) lil' thotty, she wanna be next to me
(Like damn)
She want the 'migos and Hennessy (Huh?)

my girl Sia sing behind the wig
Let me park it son Michael J Fox driving stick
Now spark a blunt get lit go Tyrese throw a fit
On IG got a Venmo from

or an Anonymous mask
Just so you know its real its all feel when I show the skill
Don't look at me Lil' Puppet just… KILL

drink mix. 
Break a whole nug down like a prefix. 
I'm still giving niggas time to drop they hardest shit. 
These jut some free lil throwaways what I call

wear, you don't wanna take it there
I'm hittin' the gears, I'm swervin' the lanes, I'm fortin' to dash, I'm goin' insane, with
A bad lil' buddy right by

the races, ridin till i break the breaks
Me and lil shorty mix like gin and tonic when it’s late

Been losing my mind, i need time off
Fell asleep, woke up

Niggas think they real,
Just cuz they get cake
For a lil slice,
Bro will bake your face,
Put that icing on the stove I let her sniff away,
Mix the manny

It got me goin wild
Du mente du var 100, men aldri holdt det down (Aaaaah)
Makin money with my shorty by my side
Ingen leker med oss, I don't let slide

Flip them racks let it stack 
I mix my raps on my Mac 
I’m spitting facts and that’s a fact
Don’t need no rats up in my lab

I’m piffin high grade

really need some closure, closer, can not remember me sober

You give me way more of a rush than these drug dealings
I got lil baby more in touch with

put some
Cars in her shit let me use your address
Send some phones in your crib
Bitch,  I'm up, what you tryna do?
If I get her hair done, she gotta

zapamatuj mý slova
Přes ně vlak nejede
Milion+ moje rota
Bacha na to co si přeješ
Mohl bys to dostat, ah
Dám to celý sám nepotřebuju hosta
Vary moje

the bedroom, you stand there
Sexy as ever then let down your hair
You can't wait, the pressure builds up to shocks
You're about to be loved by the man Freddie

Always with the questions we don't know nothin' what you talkin' bout
They really get to pressin' let the lil homie knock em out

Ballin' like the rockets

Always with the questions we don't know nothin what you talkin bout
They really get to pressin let the lil homie knock em out

Ballin' like the rockets now

the devil will still try
He sending big Snitches wearing lil' wires
Hops in the mix and tries to poison you with his ill mind
I’m finna decimate all

a lil' larger
Shit that I got, it took patience
I be too eager for cash, I get up and I chase it
Niggas pop out and they wasted
Check me a ten like

vystříkám krk jak Jox
Řekni která bude next, ah
A já budu klasika jak Toxxx
Nejde vám mě zkontaktovat pošlete mi fax
Hannah Montana a víno říkám tomu mix
Mý

It got me goin wild
Du mente du var 100
Men aldri holdt det down (ah)
Makin money with my shorty by my side
Ingen leker med oss I don't let slide
Å jeg