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Monsta's gon' tear it up Feel me Nawfside shit nigga, you know what I mean Y'all thought this shit was over or somethin', you know what I mean, this shit ain't over nigga Chanel and Dolce Gabbana I bought that shit for my mama I stood right in front of your honor, huh When I got home, ran up commas Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh Bitch I'm your daddy, your father Who that be talkin' 'bout drama Bitch on my mama we gonna solve 'em I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse Throw the bitch off of the back, it's an oop She wanna fuck the whole group But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you We fuck and that's all that we do Bon appétit, let's eat Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked Hachoo, she sneezed Bitch on her knees off the skis When I fuck do not call me back, please SongtexteDiamonds all white like the priest Maison Margiela on sleeves I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese The doors was closed, I kicked it open I had the fire, it was cocked and loaded Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open Need a gas mask, it's too potent Your ho like to fuck, her pussy smoking The street that you walking on, we control it Quality Control this shit (control it) Quality Control your bitch (control her) You might wanna hold your diss (huh?) 'Cause nigga we folding shit Walk in the spot, so many straps Nigga whose pole is this? Now the hot records I'm on it Young nigga, you owe me this YRN, throwin' up QC We got trap stars and we on TV (TV) Fuck on the system, nigga free Meek (free Meek) Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D) Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (teepee) And then the braves serve J's on your street Superstar shawty, my newest bitch super woke Pull out that ho, give her super throat Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you niggas' hoes Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too We coppin' whips like it's none' to do Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo I done hit everything in the city Quay done hit everything in the city Take done hit everything in the city Old fuck niggas hate me, huh (fuck 'em) I got the kids on lock, huh She eatin' kids on spot, huh I parked the Yacht at the dock Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (hoo) Aus Songtexte Mania