Youtube: 
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Lyrics:
Ion even need no stick these hand enough 
Solluminati on a hoe like damn that’s tuff 
He upped the stick and it jammed got stuck 
Rolling 200 grams a month 
Backwood in my hand to stuffed 
Saitama when I land this punch 
Loud pack and it smell like skunk 
Money on ya head like it’s on the top bunk 
Got opps but you never dropped one 
You Tote a G5 bro slid a shotgun 
Bro where the f*ck is you going?
Opp tryna hide but this ain’t no prop hunt 
Just like a notti whole gang pop up 
Mr krabs the recipe been locked up 
Walk in fresh and I know she dig me 
I’m the whole heart of the city 
Put in a 5 and I pull out a fifty 
I’m a young black dick head call me rigby 
Why these bad how saying they miss me?
Cause I walk through clean and a young n*gga crispy asf 
I told that hoe to be careful if she drink my semen she might just get tipsy on nut 
Goddamn b*tch am I hitting or what?
Ion got no spare tire b*tch it’s a stick in the trunk 
I wake up and I’m livid as f*ck 
Cause I don’t got a hold of riches 
The way that you wake up and sit on yo ass all day you suffer from motion sickness 
It’s crazy the same n*ggas that’s you brought up with you turn they backs and grow malicious 
Gotta spell that work on my thots and and the oldest witches 
N*ggas praise me just like Jehovah’s Witness 
I got crazy, one day in sold the tickets 
Told this b*tch she a dub she can’t get my digits 
I got gas ain’t no way I’m smoking midgets

So you got the gas?
(Yes)
Are you in the lab?
(Yes)
And you got the swag?
(Yes)
Oh so you been in your bag
(Yes)
I bet you get n*ggas mad
(Yes)
First place never in last 
(Yes)
Finna eat some door dash
(Yea) 
More bad b*tches more ass
(Yes) 
Lil b*tch imma antag 

Paper on me so when I talk it sound like a mummy speak 
Got the g5 it’s on go and Ian talking monkey D 
Put that nuzzle right up to your face your fate is up to me 
Yuh yuh
Got this fye on hand don’t need company 
Yuh yuh
I’m like Spider-Man hate stu stuck to me
Couldn’t even peep my worth back then now n*ggas want some luxury 
She a lil freak she drink my kids, mistook my dick as sunny D 
How you at full volume still not making no noise 
Damn 
You a kid it’s easy to take yo toys 
In a air plane finna air strafe that boy 
Sold him fake gas n*gga got laced with roids
We don’t play dat cutting off fake ass whore 
Got thin ass walls they gon hear that noise 
Imma geek out like fletcher 
In the lad with a pot dexter
Think I turned to a guap molester 
See three dots time I text her 
My heat hot to much pressure 
Pop out we light up sketchers 
I hold this shit together

No noise p. keemoh

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