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Go
Look, ayy, fuck it, I go first
It ain't even hot and I'm still rockin' no shirt (it's hot)
Ain't stuntin', no thot in this bitch, know she gon' flirt
You don't hold the Glock, then you ain't gettin' no purse
The fuck I look like cashin' out on a Birkin? (Fuck)
I fucked the first night when she see me in person (thot)
Hit her for a while, I was up off a Perc' (uh, uh)
That bitch booty big, baby think baby got surgery
It clap when I hit it
That nigga cap, he the type of rap nigga
Act like he grew up in the trap, but he didn't (trap)
We gon' clap at that nigga with choppas, I flip 'em (trap, grraow)
Lil' bro drop a dime, I ain't droppin' a nickel (baow, ah)
I'm tryna nap me a nigga (c'mon)
Slide, you and your passenger, nigga (let's go)
You scared? Then go see a pastor, lil' nigga
Movie scene, bitch, we 'bout action, lil' nigga (doot, doot, doot)
You know how we comin', and I up it and dump it (baow, hoo)
Shit, I'm into gettin' some money (on God)
Put dot on yo ass, he gon' do it for nothing (grraow)
That lil' nigga broke, that didn't come in his budget (baow, baow)
Nigga top get peeled, we go huntin' (boom, boom, boom)
Whoop a nigga like he took something (boom, bitch)
Bitch, quit runnin', nigga, flip something (ha)
I know your soft ass ain't did nothin' (oh)
I'm hittin' these hoes by the four (thot)
Bitch, we the richest in the four (four times)
Know we clear the business when it's on (let's go)
Big dirty glizzy get 'em gone (come on)
She don't eat the meat, she gotta go (yeah)
We eat the beef like a fat ho (uh-huh)
Choppa make 'em lean back like Fat Joe (lean back)
Get you wacked, nigga, that's what these racks for
If she try to kiss me, bitch, that's a no, no
I make her hit the head, that's a low blow (eat the meat, uh)
I still do dirt on the low, low (ha)
We come spin ya bin in a four door (bah, bah, bah)
Flashin' all them lil' ass bands in ya photo
Have 'em spinnin' in a van or a four-door (pussy)
Give ya lil' ass some work doin' promo (come here)
Put a nigga on a shirt, he a logo (stupid ass nigga)
Look, ayy, fuck it, I go first
It ain't even hot and I'm still rockin' no shirt (hot)
Ain't stuntin', no thot in this bitch, know she gon' flirt (thot)
You don't hold the Glock, then you ain't gettin' no purse (uh-uh)
The fuck I look like cashin' out on a Birkin? (Fuck)
I fucked the first night when she see me in person (thot)
Hit her for a while, I was up off a Perc'
That bitch booty big, Baby think baby got surgery (let's go)
It clap when I hit it
I make her look back when I'm in it (uh)
In the dark 'cause my diamonds is dancin' (uh, ice)
Ain't 'bout money, won't pay you attention (no)
Put that wham in your face if it's tension (wham)
Get to spinnin' 'til we dizzy (go)
I'm mixin' the lean with candy (lean, lean, lean)
Up fire in his face like a Benji (boom)
I fuck her then left her abandoned (thot)
Yeah, she call me mean and nasty (mean)
Not clutchin' this Glizzy for fashion (the fuck?)
In the shootout, I'm shootin' with passion (grraow)
Got some niggas that's really assassins (haha)
Boy, don't make us get on yo ass (don't make us get on yo ass)
A nigga test me, but I pass (uh-huh)
I get bored, spend a ten in Saks (cash)
Still, I'll tear up your shit like Tas (boom, boom, boom)
Like go-go, get on they ass (let's go)
I was young, but I been in my bag (the fuck?)
These niggas be broke, it's sad (it's sad)
I don't feel 'em, not even a tad (uh-uh)
Buy, I don't even look at the tag (uh-huh)
You know I'm a rich nigga (rich)
I'm a lil' nigga with a big pistol (uh)
Paid nigga, I'm a bitch taker
And you ain't nothin' but a bitch nigga (it's four)
Look, ayy, fuck it, I go first
It ain't even hot and I'm still rockin' no shirt (hot)
Ain't stuntin', no thot in this bitch, know she gon' flirt
You don't hold the Glock, then you ain't gettin' no purse (uh-uh)
The fuck I look like cashin' out on a Birkin? (Fuck)
I fucked the first night when she see me in person
Hit her for a while, I was up off a Perc'
That bitch booty big, baby think baby got surgery
It clap when I hit it