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Uh, take my keys and start it Start it Hold up wait a minute, how you feel lil' bitch? You already know I'm finna kill this shit No Genre the Label, what the deal lil' bitch? Playing with my money, I might kill that bitch Imma kill that bitch, Imma euthanize We all at the funeral with suits and ties Imma get my check at the [?] I mean envelope, and yes she will elope Let me get it juh[?] I got the lil' niggas in the back Put your back on my [?] and my bad bitch [?] Firex on a tap Man it probably will emit[?] I get money ho Getting honey[?] ho You know who run it ho Dick all in your stomach ho You know you want it ho Dick all in her stomach like hollatel[?] After she give me that pussy then I got a deal You know these hoes is hoes is hoes we got a lot of them SongtexteHo on of this shit you see these fly all on my collar bitch I'm just chilling with some bitches and they looking like some tits Yes I'm from Atlanta the West side I represent If I hop up on that [?] I can make your ass a Bitch stop pitching me ideas and go pitch yourself a tent Tinted windows on my whip and see that shit like 5% Damn, can't see Running through a check, I fucked up my hand and now a nigga can't count em [?] now my rubber band, little nigga on mountain Why the hell y'all actin hard I swear to god that these niggas ain't bout it They mad that my team winning and their's isn't so we got em all pouting Imma tell you why they actin like that These days everybody want an Oscar And they not my sons, and if they are I swear to god Imma put them in foster care You on TV take you off the air Imma show my ass like I ought to be here You know I will like the autonomy clear Won't explain that line, need not to be clear I'm feeling right now I could spar with a bat Bare hands hands out I got nothing to share Just lit up a blunt, blowing smoke in the air Foggy windows because my friends are burning forest fires You no like it? We say Forrest run but I think Forrest tired Blowing stinky like that motor oil when I burn my tires Got my foot up on the gas gas gas, plus a lighter Gas plus a lighter Gas plus a lighter I just bought a pack of condoms y'all a pack of vaginas And she fast with her ass like her past get behind her Imma bag her Imma drag her where my *bing* like the timer Hold up, hold up, wait If you hater then you a mistake No Genre The Label, my life is great Chilling with rebels man shout out to Jake Shout out to me? So it's my turn Fuck these niggas talking bout, hold up You ain't talking money, then shut up Working from the night til the sun up Higher than my life, bail whaddup Higher like I got the job show up Tell the boss to suck it, Imma blow up Snitches get stitches, get sewn up Pass Joe a bottle, the doors go up Eat two hoes like I'm an omnivore Or some type of carnivore, Tyrannosaur Sorta kinda like a connoisseur With an Excalibur kind of sword Bitch, all the competition we started And we top shelf, y'all niggas Top Ramen Look bitch, Bobby go apeshit Came from the wild we was raised in a jungle gym Bitch, y'all sneak like rumpelstiltskin and pajamas Rolling presidential yeah we rolling down Obama That's just how we do it In you bitch mouth like you ain't Aus Songtexte Mania