[Intro]
Alright, alright, alright check it out
What we tryna find out tonight is
Who rock the party better? 
The ladies or the fellas

[Verse 1]
Y’all niggas been waitin’ for something that wasn’t gon come for a minute
I had to back to the root, back to berry
Windows tinted, uh
Melodies on my breath, like keeping double D’s on my chest
I fell out of the zone, can’t trust a nigga or bitch
I’ll get it on my own
Y’all niggas been waitin’ for something that wasn’t come for a minute
I had to back to the root, back to berry
Windows tinted, uh
Melodies on my breath, like keeping double D’s on my chest
I had couple needs that I met, along with a group of b’s I done catched
Them hoes’ll flock to the money like bunnies, but honey I’m ‘bout to leave in a sec
Buddy, I keep a beach in a vet
Nah-nah, I keep a bitch, not Yvette
I mean buddy, I let my guard down a couple times
I don’t need reason to stress
You know I brought the stars down a couple times
I’ll be touching Mars with the next, ho!

[Chorus]
I still taste the cocaine
Sex with gypsy, we ain’t saying no names
Okay, okay
They ain’t selling those strains
Binary code cracked, it could go both ways

[Verse 2]
Okay! Stretched, talk to me
Get you stretched
Stretched, talk to she? Now you stretched
Stretched, I don’t even need to stretch
Bet if you play with E, you’ll be stretched
Stretched, play the team now you—mm
It remind me of when the team was a sketch
Back when I had dream with a catch
Now I just got a fling and an ex
I had another sting in my back
But really I want a thing with my ex
I’m tryna have the fiends in the Met
Fasho, that’ll make a demon upset
That’s ‘gon another beam to balance
Play gymnastics with a mean contraption
Have them niggas pushin’ tee’s, no malice
Woo!
I put a light on the opposition head
It ain’t something he imagined
Pass me a mic, nigga, everybody dead
Friend or foe, it hardly matters
Woo!
Hear the hisses through the chatter
Woo!
Now they pissier than bladder
Woo!
B-b-bustin’ out the canister
Ricardo you gon’ have to test ya’ stamina
Buddy Lee comin’ through with them banananana clips
And I heard he ain’t even got manager
Shit, well if niggas got issues with “GETTHEBREAD!!” and “March 18th”
Then I’ll come like an amateur
Ricocheting still bringin’ my ammo up
Nah, I’m just playin
I got a lil’ horse in my voice, it ain’t Megan or Pamela
But those is the stallions of choice when I catch me a hit like that nigga from Canada

[Chorus]
I still taste the cocaine
Sex with gypsy, we ain’t saying no names
Okay, okay
Ayy, they ain’t selling those strains
Binary code cracked, it could go both ways, like uh

[Verse 3]
I ain’t doing favors for niggas no more
I am not the favorite lil nigga no more?
Alright, bet, say less
I’ma flip a paycheck ‘til I ain’t even neighbors to niggas no more
I shouldn’t have to spit a verse for you fuck niggas
How I ain’t dangerous to niggas no more?
I am not the one who put the beauty and the pain in a paintin’?
Save it my nigga, y’all slow
Tossin’ big stones from a glass house to a mad house, put ya’ window pane on the road
When the green low that solidified gold look little bit more like a gentrified Hulk
Mmm, that part
Y’all really felt that part
When the lies fade out, truth ain’t the bad part
We all trapped behind bars if we mascots
If it lines up a little loud like Babar

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