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You know we don't fuckin' sell our cake
Yeah
Gang

Nigga
Bitch, I'm really rich
Yeah, hold on
Bitch, I'm really

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh that be by Pookee)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Copping so many bags, yeah, you know I got cash (Cash!)

of safety

Take off in a scat pack that Draco going pa pa
Nigga tryna hop out
Tryna get this gwap gwap
Baby get to crying yeah I'm sliding Ian into that

but she didn't make me cum
One-on-one, bitch, I'm by myself
On my own, in my zone, don't need nobody else

Just like my cheddar up, like it's some bucks

like it's fuck everybody nigga yeah I did this shit by myself
I put that bitch in a poochie gown
She finna give up that coochie now
I told your bitch

in the making
I got a new girl cause my exes were basic
I need me a scat so you know I'ma race it
I need it packed now, no, I'm tired of waiting
Got

Chanel, and frontal
And I'm off that, you can't even get a call back
I had to fall back, I step on niggas, y'all some doormats
Push a scat pack, Louis

cook, I'ma watch how it pans out
Get in, kick it by myself, I ain't really tryna fit in
Demon in the bed on a Sunday, she a Christian
Think it's me

black And I feel like a bat
I'm slippin' and swippin' the motherfuckin' scat, I'm grippin' the cheeks while I fuck from the back

You callin' me gang, Ion

some horses
You tryna keep up, but you ain't got resources
By 23, bitch I'm tryna be on the forbes list
I'm 22 now, so I'm takin' the courses
Wan fuck

thought biscotti was a cookie huh
Big blunts filled with zaza and im facing it
Hell cat not no scat pack what you racing wit
Big jefe walking in a suit

in a stolen scat
Niggas know we double back

Lights on you
Like laser tags

He gone need a body bag
YBG don't fuck wit dat

They hollering they want

the ancient Gods 
By taking 16 pills at Berghain

Marie Antoinette lost her head
For getting off her tits with the one percent
But what the people didn't

black cults
Cough syrup with me, I'ma sell it by the ounce
Sixty metal jackets in AR
I don't hang around, you ain't coppin', I skate off

Tryna get these

a destroyed country, a couple secretly married, feet smelling like shit, a town full blown away by the rain, the latest personal computer, an old picture found

do hellcats
I don't do scat packs
You know it's an amg (yes suah)
Run up the assets
Run up the deeds
don't do liabilities
Cuz I know I'm so fly
They

the moonwalk, floss or the robot
Got stopped by some knockoffs chest pumped up like a boom box
Trying to start some beef in a vegan chop shop
That's when I saw

ain’t all my cheese, I just could of went bought me a bitch
I Just went went and ran up some shit , I ain’t even go by me a fit
Man these lil niggas Cap

bring the Mac out
Facts now you calling your BM
Right after I just blew her back out
Used to have a BM
American muscle all about the scats now
All about

get some K rounds

They trying to make amends
Yeah, they trying to shake my hand
I can tell if you a real nigga just by your stance
I'm the type

function off a gram
I know I'm up when everybody around me got a lamb
Big brother push that scat, I'm tryna see him in a lamb
What the power bring a, big

gonna miss ima lay him wit the rocks now
Really thought he died by the way I heard the gun pow
Kinda worried they gone try to say that I stole his style

be great wit you like Shaq and Kobe
How many times you think I said scat or a hellcat
Manifestations the only thing I need help at
Gotta be inspired

Acc up next nigga

Told my ight

Told my nigga slide with Glocky we don't need semis
Bitch my niggas flexin on that scat we don't see hemis
That's my