You n*ggas don't love me, your bitch wanna fuck me
My tee shirt on, so I won't get ugly
She fuckin' with a dime, I'm fuckin' with a bomb
They think I'm Osama, woah, she think I'm off somethin'
I'm fuckin with a bad lil' vibe, Molly all over her tongue
I'm 'bout to spot me a opp', I'm 'bout to spin their truck, woah (I said)
Momma, I got me a switch, we don't give a fuck 'bout luck
Ah, ah
Ice on my body, I'm the coolest
Trampoline jump for a cougar
Jump out the jungle, go hectic
I'm leavin' that boy in the store
She wanna fuck for the moolah
Pussy-ass n*ggas get lit up
That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger
I was just playin' with your girl, huh
She like bein' 'round my n*ggas
She T'd up, she not switchin'
G6 got me in here glitchin'
We're rich as fuck, just listen
This bitch ain't got no vision
I'ma go ahead and give it to her
I just been feeling myself, I found Jesus, Christian Dior
Now the bitch wanna fuck on the gang, shit put a stain right on the floor
Got me feelin' like [?] chase, I'm switchin' the lanes on these whores
Stop all that talkin', let's do it, you on the internet, boy, stop, boy
Move in the field with cleats in my jeans, I kill boys
Me and my n*ggas, we Gs, step on bitches, we kick doors
I stay runnin' up checks and holdin' the knife, it's a sport
Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court, uh
N*gga tried to pop his pain, two in his brain, blow up the fort

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