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prod. metafreezee

IYKYK (prod. metafreezee)

Naw, I ain't finished, I'm just gettin' started
Brand new designer, it came from the Greek Isles
I mix McQueen with the Marni
Two-tone trim on a blacked out coupe
And it growl like a motherfuckin' monster
Bad lil' bitch tryna bounce that ass
Finna call this hoe hydraulic
Spaceship coupe

Spaceship coupe
Spaceship coupe with a bitch, gettin' geeked, geeked, geeked
Finna turn to a Martian

So much designer, I ran out of hangers
Can't even fit in my closet
Whip too wide for regular traffic
Can't even park it, I'm sorry

Tell me the reason why niggas keep countin' me out?
Batmobile, bitch
I'm finna vanish whenever I'm slidin, voilà
Fly from my head to my toe

I had to go and designer my socks
I treat a hoe like Pandora
I'm tryna see what's inside of that box
When it come to that fly shit, I need a locksmith

Nigga, I got it on lock
I'm havin' pull, I went to the club back door
And I got it unlocked
Blue strips keep on chafin' my denim

Nigga, my pockets on fye
Way too turnt to be down on my luck
Hell naw, I ain't tryna get by
Gang keep a cutter, but he ain't no barber

Tell me, who tryna get lined?
Real life, you ain't never had no stripes
So why is you lyin' online?
I treat the bank like a motherfuckin' morgue

Got dead niggas pilin' up high
I'm off the molly, feelin' alive
But I'm tryna die in designer

Naw, I ain't finished, I'm just gettin' started
Brand new designer, it came from the Greek Isles
I mix McQueen with the Marni
Two-tone trim on a blacked out coupe
And it growl like a motherfuckin' monster
Bad lil' bitch tryna bounce that ass
Finna call this hoe hydraulic
Spaceship coupe

Spaceship coupe
Spaceship coupe with a bitch, gettin' geeked, geeked, geeked
Finna turn to a Martian

So much designer, I ran out of hangers
Can't even fit in my closet
Whip too wide for regular traffic
Can't even park it, I'm sorry

voila prod. diewxll

Turbo engine, I take off like magic
Let's hop in the wind
Alexander cost like $700
Ball like Jeremy Lin

Uh, uh, VVS's water
I'm finna grow some fins
Ain't gotta say too much, you see this motion
Bitch, go catch a hint

Real designer
Raf Simons, Owen Ricks
She seen all this water on my neck
Like"I ain't even know you swim"

What I spent on Virgil
Probably what you spent up on your rent
I got up a ticket, shit got wicked
Bitch, you know the rest

Uh, uh
Ballin, need a jersey and a coach to match
What's that hangin' out my pocket?
That's my soldier rag
Model bitch from LA, tryna fuck me bad
She's so dramatic
I jump in that coupe and act a fool
I do 140, flat

Won't pick up your call unless we talkin' math
Soon as I press that gas
Better not blink, I'm gone that fast

I'm in that wagon with stars in the ceiling
This bitch glowin' like Saturn
Got in the club with that motherfuckin' poker
Bitch, better fold your hand

Uh, uh, bitch I be motherfuckin' ballin
Feel like the '04 Mavs
Bad lil' bitch designer and CoCo bags
I don't know 'bout that

I'm in LA so motherfuckin' much
Probably find me in NoHo smacked
Bitch, and my diamonds gon' dance on they own
Hell naw, I don't want no flash

Turbo engine, I take off like magic
Let's hop in the wind
Alexander cost like $700
Ball like Jeremy Lin

Uh, uh, VVS's water
I'm finna grow some fins
Ain't gotta say too much, you see this motion
Bitch, go catch a hint

Real designer
Raf Simons, Owen Ricks
She seen all this water on my neck
Like"I ain't even know you swim"

What I spent on Virgil
Probably what you spent up on your rent
I got up a ticket, shit got wicked
Bitch, you know the rest

saturn prod. blazy'x

All them bands can't stop comin' in
Pushin' up in style
Bitch, this Benz came with double M's

How I get so busy? Shit don't make no fuckin' sense
Went and touched a ticket, shit got wicked
I been stuntin' since

She tryna be my bitch, I had to tell her
I'm in love with bands

New Margiela denim
I get fresher than some Doublemint
Bitch, I can't stop ballin

Could've played up in Above The Rim
Too tied in with gang to be your friend
It's really fuck the rest

On my momma, I pop out and it's designer'd up

Come get near, try your luck
Gang gon' get to firin' up
All my denim French just like baguettes
That's how my diamonds cut

This shit ain't gon' buy itself
So I can't spend no time on nothin
She tryna fuck on camera
This lil' hoe might make the final cut

How the fuck you hate to see me winnin?
You ain't tried it once
Outerwear was stitched by hand
This shit came from Milan with love

Muscle sound like thunder
You can hear it from inside the club
Chances are if it ain't racks
It don't mean shit to me

All this fuckin' ballin
I don't know how I still ain't twist a knee
Model hoe keep callin
Tryna get active, she tryna lick it clean

Called your ass a lame
And then she switched onto the winnin' team
Who we kiddin?
All your swag, you got that shit from me

Real geeker
Dropped a bean inside this Twisted Tea
I ain't talkin' bout no Chanel
We throwin' different C's

When it come to chasin' cheese
I ain't miss a beat

All them bands can't stop comin' in
Pushin' up in style
Bitch, this Benz came with double M's

How I get so busy? Shit don't make no fuckin' sense
Went and touched a ticket, shit got wicked
I been stuntin' since

She tryna be my bitch, I had to tell her
I'm in love with bands

New Margiela denim
I get fresher than some Doublemint
Bitch, I can't stop ballin

Could've played up in Above The Rim
Too tied in with gang to be your friend
It's really fuck the rest

doublemint prod. waakeful + dugchain + veritate

Nigga, I took my L's and still came back
Didn't skip no steps
Already turnt as is
But I'm tryna see how I feel off X
How I ain't take off yet?
Just give me a second, I'm still gettin' prepped
Promise I can't stop scorin
You on the bench still gettin' stretched

Can't stop makin' these muthafuckin' plays
I'm in the field like Dez
Wide body muscle, it came with some weight
Coupe need a lil' Ozempic
Better not play with the gang
Turn this bitch to the real Wild West
You don't know shit 'bout that
Bitch, better stick to the World Wide Web

All this designer
I need me a walk-in closet
I'm gettin' fly as a pilot
Promise to God I don't want no stylist
First 10 seconds you don't mention no guap?
I don't wanna talk 'bout nada
VVS diamonds so muthafuckin' wet
Look like I walk on water

I'm on this hoe like the rent due
Nigga, no wonder my opps keep watchin
Stay on the internet, bitchin' and moanin
All of that cryin' need a bottle
Labels tryna send an advance
I'm finna pull off the lot no mileage
Pipe 'bout the size of a child
We hit the block and make the shit hot like Gaza

We got this shit from the doctor
Trap gettin' crowded ain't throwin' no concert
Cuz got a chop in a trunk
We slidin' around like the real Ruff Ryders
Niggas keep sayin' my name
I'm tryna see what the fuck is the problem
Seen it all, done it all
I'm in the stu gettin' geeked up
I'm in this bitch on a thousand

Nigga, I took my L's and still came back
Didn't skip no steps
Already turnt as is
But I'm tryna see how I feel off X
How I ain't take off yet?
Just give me a second, I'm still gettin' prepped
Promise I can't stop scorin
You on the bench still gettin' stretched

Can't stop makin' these muthafuckin' plays
I'm in the field like Dez
Wide body muscle, it came with some weight
Coupe need a lil' Ozempic
Better not play with the gang
Turn this bitch to the real Wild West
You don't know shit 'bout that
Bitch, better stick to the World Wide Web

world wide web prod. 1feelingsss + shelovesdeluffi

Blow a bag on designer, man, that shit whatever
Got a model tryna be my 'lil Cinderella
Bitch, whatever
Look at how I'm livin, I could pick whoever

She a certified freak, tryna rip my denim
She like"can I bring some friends?"
I'm like, bitch whatever
I'm gon' pick who wetter
Then gon' hit you never
Diamonds dancin, VVS's look like Interstellar
My whole fit Margiela, couple bands
That shit whatever

One of one, ain't no catchin' up to me
I promise that
Bitch like geekin' up, okay
Guess who brought that party pack?
I don't fuck with fanned out niggas
Can't sign autographs
Bitch, I'm in that fast lane
You fuck 'round have a heart attack
Rockin' archive artifacts

Bad bitch, she like all black and Ed Hardy bags
Diamonds on me wetter than a water raft
Rich hoe from L.A
Like"you tryna hop on this charter jet?"
Shit, whatever

I might catch that flight because I miss the weather
I be back and forth so much
They startin' to think I live in Ella
All that hatin' you gon' be a bitch forever
Man, that shit whatever
Man, that shit whatever

Blow a bag on designer, man, that shit whatever
Got a model tryna be my 'lil Cinderella
Bitch, whatever
Look at how I'm livin, I could pick whoever

She a certified freak, tryna rip my denim
She like"can I bring some friends?"
I'm like, bitch whatever
I'm gon' pick who wetter
Then gon' hit you never
Diamonds dancin, VVS's look like Interstellar
My whole fit Margiela, couple bands
That shit whatever

whateva prod. shazy + 1kraiin + twrkimm

This exotic fashion
Tell me, what you know about it?
Geeked up, four 'lil molly's
Tesla came with autopilot
How you walk in and don't know nobody?
She like"what's up on your mind?"
Japanese designer, probably
Emo model fine as fuck
Look like she came off Total Drama
Bend it over, make it wobble
Lovin' how she goin' wild
Show me somethin' you wouldn't show your momma
I'm gon' pull that phone right out
But fuck her like it's no one watchin

So much Rick I need a second closet
Or a second set of pockets
Ballin' ain't no second option
Wait until they hear about my next deposit
If you can't tell I'm poppin
Fuck you and whoever watchin
Bad bitch, she came with that Cinderella body
Got her mesmerized
I'm tryna get that neck up out her
I'm on X and molly
Spinnin' like a helicopter
Couldn't even tell your ass the half
I'd need a teleprompter
Model bitch gon' touch her toes
Fly as fuck
I could've did a cover for a Vogue
I'm a ticket in some clothes
Come get near
I'll change your life if you just play your role
Denim came from Rome
Fur Moncleezy trench coat
Pull that out when I get cold
Niggas tryna steal the swag
I broke the code
You couldn't walk a mile in these Undercover robes

This exotic fashion
Tell me, what you know about it?
Geeked up, four 'lil molly's
Tesla came with autopilot
How you walk in and don't know nobody?
She like"what's up on your mind?"
Japanese designer, probably
Emo model fine as fuck
Look like she came off Total Drama
Bend it over, make it wobble
Lovin' how she goin' wild
Show me somethin' you wouldn't show your momma
I'm gon' pull that phone right out
But fuck her like it's no one watchin'

total drama island prod. manyfaces + xander

Out of town designer
I get fly from the top down
Had to make more room to fit these hoes
I put the top down
Pull up presidential
It ain't nothing to shut the block down
Hoes on every side of me
This shit feel like surround sound

20 deep inside the club
Look like the set of Wild 'n Out
Model from Atlanta
Want me to take her straight to Poundtown
Blue strips to the ceiling
This shit tall as Lil' Bow Wow
Muscle sound like thunder
You can hear it from a mile out

Uh-uh-uh-uh-huh-uh-uh-uh
I got bitches on the way
Don't even know where I'm gon' fit 'em at
Geekin' up in VIP
I'm spinnin' like a ceiling fan
Playin' tough, but you say that's your truth
I'll let you live in that

Uh, uh, fuck the talkin
Point me where the millions at
Once you pick a side
It ain't no playin' the fence or switchin' back
What the business is?
Ain't tryna do no chit or chat
I be with them members
They might bleed you where you kick it at

Uh, uh, uh
Cross the gang can't get no second chance
Me and cuz gon' beat the road
Until we locked or catch a flat
They like"you been cookin' up"
Hell yeah this a special batch
You can keep the swag
The fuck I look like tryna get it back?

Louis V the duffle
This a real big spender bag
I got so much motion I can spare some
I get plenty racks
She tryna get in with me
Uh-uh, baby, go 'head bend that back
Slide like Secret Service
They like"where the fuck the Prezi at?"

Out of town designer
I get fly from the top down
Had to make more room to fit these hoes
I put the top down
Pull up presidential
It ain't nothing to shut the block down
Hoes on every side of me
This shit feel like surround sound

20 deep inside the club
Look like the set of Wild 'n Out
Model from Atlanta
Want me to take her straight to Poundtown
Blue strips to the ceiling
This shit tall as Lil' Bow Wow
Muscle sound like thunder
You can hear it from a mile out

surround sound prod. 1kraiin

One too many times
Had some niggas try and go against the gang
Wonder where they at now?
Bitch, I'm in the bank
Bitch, I bled about a lot of shit
Got motion in exchange
Wouldn't know it if I never told you
I ain't leave a trace

Went from Hanes to Helmut Lang
Keep it pimpin
I ain't never went out sad, I made it shake
Yeah, them boys lame as fuck
I can't relate
Had to cut your hand off
Niggas tried to pick right off my plate

Yeah, think it's time I went and said somethin
Ain't no tellin' when I tell 'em spell out red rum
With my patna 'nem
He keep that F and N tucked
Went and got some motion
Then I ran them bands up

Keep a couple bad bitches
They some dancers
How I'm turnt as fuck?
I can't even find no answer
I get fly for nothin
Bad bitch said I'm handsome
Outside bangin' blue
No Carolina Panthers

Walk down gang, this shit get wicked
Fuck these niggas, I don't do no mixin
Two-tone coupe, that bitch too vicious
I made it shake, I ain't do no wishin
These niggas snakes, I don't see no difference
Either way, I'm finna run up a ticket

One too many times
Had some niggas try and go against the gang
Wonder where they at now?
Bitch, I'm in the bank
Bitch, I bled about a lot of shit
Got motion in exchange
Wouldn't know it if I never told you
I ain't leave a trace

Went from Hanes to Helmut Lang
Keep it pimpin
I ain't never went out sad, I made it shake
Yeah, them boys lame as fuck
I can't relate
Had to cut your hand off
Niggas tried to pick right off my plate

exchange prod. drumma + mobe

Deadstock fashion
Nigga, I'm scorin, I can't stop cashin
I'm in a B&B out in the Hills
It look like the Bedrock mansion
Thinkin' I'm fallin' off anytime soon
I'm thinkin' your head on backwards
Niggas tried runnin' right off with the swag
It's fine, I can let y'all have it

I'm in that Benzo smashin
AMG emblem
LED accents
Niggas ain't talkin' bout gettin' no racks
I guess you not gettin' no answer
All of that snakin, I couldn't stand it
I went and left it all past tense
I don't do beef on the internet
Couldn't care less if you get a reaction

I'm with your bitch gettin' active
Hit from the back and I pull out the camera
I'm in that coupe doin' three figures
Ain't gon' lie
Kinda flew off the handle
Diamonds high clarity
I hit the club and it look like I'm wearin' a lanyard
Money my language
Ain't no translator for that if I don't understand you

I'm burnin' out in a muscle
Tryna set the tire on fire like a candle
She don't give a fuck 'bout nothin
But shoppin' and doin' some Hannah Montana
Jersey retired from out of the club
Tell them hoes raise up the banner
So fuckin' fly wear designer to bed
I'm in some Gosha pajamas

Denim off Dover Street Market
Racks hangin' out, gotta change up the posture
So fuckin' geeked that I'm nauseous
I'ma keep sippin' though, tryna be cautious
So many whips and so many chains
It look like I went up for auction
Niggas ain't pullin' they weight
I'm way bigger, boy, gotta cut all the losses

I ain't gon' lie
Could've been in the kitchen with Gordon
Just look how I'm saucin
So much designer, can't fit in no closet
Shit started gettin' exhausting
VVS diamonds, they cost a lil' ticket
I put my neck in the faucet
I'm finna ball till my skin turn blue
Nigga, ain't no other option

Deadstock fashion
Nigga, I'm scorin, I can't stop cashin
I'm in a B&B out in the Hills
It look like the Bedrock mansion
Thinkin' I'm fallin' off anytime soon
I'm thinkin' your head on backwards
Niggas tried runnin' right off with the swag
It's fine, I can let y'all have it

I'm in that Benzo smashin
AMG emblem
LED accents
Niggas ain't talkin' bout gettin' no racks
I guess you not gettin' no answer
All of that snakin, I couldn't stand it
I went and left it all past tense
I don't do beef on the internet
Couldn't care less if you get a reaction

high clarity prod. xander + kutextc + omgzanoza

I pulled up in somethin' vicious
Doin' 160
I got tunnel vision
Bitch, I'm tryna touch a million
Me and my gang don't play no games
That's why we tuck extensions
Bitch, and we ain't duckin' tension
We gon send it up, let's get it

They ain't cut the way I'm cut
They wouldn't fuckin' get it
I grind 'til I see the sun
I ain't these bum ass niggas
Said she never felt Amiri
Let her rub my denim
Keep my eyes up on that prize
This a one-man mission

If you could see it how I see it
You wouldn't even believe it
Yeah, the gang run through my veins
What the fuck's a treason?
Pull up, maskin' at your door
Ain't talkin' 'bout trick or treatin
Yeah, we standin' on that business
Leave you paraplegic

We make movies at the club
This a private screenin
Ride 'round with that sticky in the glove
Like a wide receiver
All this ice around my neck
Someone find a freezer
Denim came from overseas
Feel like Linas Kleiza

It ain't nothin' to get you knocked off
Keep a stick
I ain't talkin' bout no Top Golf
With a model, bitch
I fucked her with my socks on
Take her to the crib
Then I dive in like the pylon

Bitch, I'm ballin
Feel like Guangdong
Droppin' niggas off
Sing they ass a swan song
In the club
VIP jumpin' like it's Sky Zone
Pull off, do 100 past the cops
They wasn't behind long

I pulled up in somethin' vicious
Doin' 160
I got tunnel vision
Bitch, I'm tryna touch a million
Me and my gang don't play no games
That's why we tuck extensions
Bitch, and we ain't duckin' tension
We gon send it up, let's get it

They ain't cut the way I'm cut
They wouldn't fuckin' get it
I grind 'til I see the sun
I ain't these bum ass niggas
Said she never felt Amiri
Let her rub my denim
Keep my eyes up on that prize
This a one-man mission

swan song prod. metafreezee + lyser + insterllarway

I could tell you don't belong
You keep on switching sides
But that's perfect
Time to break this bread, it's winning time
Ain't no weak spots in this armor
I'm solidified
I just hit the club with all my killers
Better not kill the vibe

I don't need no fit check
It's real designer
Outerwear IfSixWasNine
I don't do no beefing on the net
I just hit minimize
Ain't that shit ironic?
Guess in real life, got a realer life
You could drop $600 for these Ricks
And still couldn't fit inside

I done paid the price
Left for dead
Came to life
Niggas took that shit for granted
Fuck I look like playing nice?
Winner's circle only
You ain't that, bitch, go and wait in line
Muscle with no roof
I get up in and do 185

Bitch, I'm posted with them members
Know that ain't your vibe
Anywhere I walk in
VVS's always break the ice
I might fuck her like I mean it
But she ain't no wife
Tryna go band for band
That shit gon' end up lookin' day and night

Denim came from Dover Street
Outerwear from overseas
Diamonds changing colors
How the fuck you not gon' notice me?
I just left the mall with bags on bags
These ain't no groceries
Me and gang gon' step on shit so hard
We damn near broke a knee

Muscle came with super sport
I'll push it 'til it overheats
You ain't talkin' 'bout motion
Can't even get up on the phone with me

I could tell you don't belong
You keep on switching sides
But that's perfect
Time to break this bread, it's winning time
Ain't no weak spots in this armor
I'm solidified
I just hit the club with all my killers
Better not kill the vibe

I don't need no fit check
It's real designer
Outerwear IfSixWasNine
I don't do no beefing on the net
I just hit minimize
Ain't that shit ironic?
Guess in real life, got a realer life
You could drop $600 for these Ricks
And still couldn't fit inside

ifsixwasnine prod. sk1pa + dtailor + shelovesdeluffi

Put my trust in niggas
Can't believe the tables turned
Chances are they not the last
Surely ain't the first
I could get some niggas gone
I just say the word
We gon' pull up put that fire on him
Like he late to work

Too many cooks up in that kitchen
Then the plate get burned
Niggas love to get impatient
Hate to wait they turn
Outta everybody
How you do your gang the worst?
I can't wrap my head around that shit
It truly ain't no words

All my niggas stand up
I don't hang with nerds
We put numbers on the board
Ain't talkin' 'bout Traylon Burks
If you wonder what it take
Why don't you wait and learn?
Bled about it
Got rewarded for my pain and hurt

Still the same
But I ain't the same on the inside
If you seen the type of shit I seen
It'd turn your skin white
Even through the pain
Kept my chin high
If he want smoke
We set him straight like the pinstripe

Heart cold as ice
So my chain came in brick white
Tried to tell em' playin' with my name
Get your shit striked
I'm too fuckin' grown, bitch
I ain't makin' shit right
Guess it is what it is
Don't nobody get to live twice

Put my trust in niggas
Can't believe the tables turned
Chances are they not the last
Surely ain't the first
I could get some niggas gone
I just say the word
We gon' pull up put that fire on him
Like he late to work

Too many cooks up in that kitchen
Then the plate get burned
Niggas love to get impatient
Hate to wait they turn
Outta everybody
How you do your gang the worst?
I can't wrap my head around that shit
It truly ain't no words

live twice prod. 808illusion + drumma

Cars, clothes, and hoes
Nigga, you name it
I'm havin' options
I'm with a bad lil' bitch in a wide body coupe
Keep askin' XO"where the top went?"
Diamonds on me get to blindin
They go back and forth like these mothafuckas boxin
I'm havin' way more designer
Than niggas could even imagine
I'm just being honest

Niggas be hatin
I see that shit written all over they face
But that ain't finna stop shit
I just walked outta the mall with bags on bags
Look like I came out tryna shoplift
I'm flyin' first class out to LA
I could probably get up and go talk to the pilot
Japanese shit all over my body, on God
I probably could join the Akatsuki

This ain't a demon
But you can't catch up when that bitch get to speedin
Promise I'm that type of nigga
To pull up on niggas and flex for no reason
I'm havin' too much connect
I could slide to the H
And ball out like Ariza
But really, I meant to say Harden
But fuck it, my nigga
You still got the meaning

All of these poles 'round the gang
We could really go turn this bitch to open season
I hit the show and they singin' it back
Like we doin' the Pledge of Allegiance
I got these denim from France
I'm draped in Alyx on that 1017 shit
Real high clarity diamonds
They not from the fridge but these mothafuckas freezin

Bitch, you can try if you want to
Gang get it done and we keepin' that secret
I'm movin' different
They showin' love out west
And the same on the east end
Stripes all over
I'm makin' plays like I'm thinkin' 'bout playing collegiate
Yeah, I get fly as fuck
But it really ain't nothing for the gang to get greasy

Cars, clothes, and hoes
Nigga, you name it
I'm havin' options
I'm with a bad lil' bitch in a wide body coupe
Keep askin' XO"where the top went?"
Diamonds on me get to blindin
They go back and forth like these mothafuckas boxin
I'm havin' way more designer
Than niggas could even imagine
I'm just being honest

Niggas be hatin
I see that shit written all over they face
But that ain't finna stop shit
I just walked outta the mall with bags on bags
Look like I came out tryna shoplift
I'm flyin' first class out to LA
I could probably get up and go talk to the pilot
Japanese shit all over my body, on God
I probably could join the Akatsuki

akatsuki prod. waakeful + sickotwizzer

If I'm one of one
Then how the fuck you catchin' up?
This a different type of swag
Can't get next to us
Gang coming through with cups
And some 7Up's
Read the lick
It ain't hard to tell who niggas jealous of

I don't understand
What's up with niggas testing us?
Fold em up, press your luck
Let's see how your weapon does
She like"Can I break some friends?
Let's have a sevensome"
I'm tryna see how many hoes
Can fit up in that Bentley truck

You ain't talkin' 'bout racks
Can't get no answer
Prolly in the stu with Schedule two
And some 'lil dancers
She can't get no dick
She throw a tantrum
Japanese designer
I get fly as shit, I'm handsome

How come you get quiet
When we talking 'bout that income?
How come you get nervous
When the gang come around with handguns?
Catch me off the internet
My niggas get you canceled
Since you love that online shit
We'll post your memorandum

I'm tryna break it down
She keep on playing dumb
I ain't tryna make this hoe no wife
Can't do no laying up
She like you the biggest
Bitch, you ain't wrong
Pull up fly as fuck
They like"where the hell you came from?"

If I'm one of one
Then how the fuck you catchin' up?
This a different type of swag
Can't get next to us
Gang coming through with cups
And some 7Up's
Read the lick
It ain't hard to tell who niggas jealous of

I don't understand
What's up with niggas testing us?
Fold em up, press your luck
Let's see how your weapon does
She like"Can I break some friends?
Let's have a sevensome"
I'm tryna see how many hoes
Can fit up in that Bentley truck

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