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Oh, that's me on the keys, stupid You heard? (Haha) Down for the bread every night, bitch I need that (Trap) Middle fingers up every day, fuck your feedback Nine with the beam, finna aim, take your kneecaps This ain't your girl anymore, mind your beeswax Run to the bank while I laugh, I don't chase hoes (Duh) Hella fast in this whip, I outta state flow I'm in the lab making' slaps you should take notes Why would I ask for your dubs, I need bankrolls How the fuck is you fly with no haters? Been in my bag and I grind like a skater Nine on my hip and this nine got a laser This VSOP Hennessy with no chaser Kloud Gang up, baby trap, I be spazzin' Propane tongue, when I spit, call it gassin' No flame on, I'm just fire like a dragon Your girl ain't home, 'cause she here and I'm tappin' (Huh?) Your girl ain't home, 'cause she here and I'm tappin' (Huh?) Meme God flow, west coast be slappin' Oh I produced this track, how that happen? I got in the booth, snap my fingers is magic Young Rich Squad, man you boys can't even sit here I ride with three hoes, like a reindeer Don't ask, "What's in my cup?," but it ain't beer SongtexteShe bossed up, was with you, but she came here Look, I'ma gasser I fuck like two times, then I pass her I met her last night, she a dancer She called me all night, don't answer Look, said I'm broke, man he probably high Shawty didn't want to fuck, told that bitch, "Bye" (Bye) Never ain't countin' guap, like my bread pie In a Benz, smokin' dope while I pass by Ayy, sorry I ain't got a hook for this You should see the way the competition gon' be shook from this I be gassin' everything I'm on, I need a book for this She hit me in my DM's for the addy, just to look for this (Haha) I'm a mufuckin' goblin @KloudGod, I'm a mufuckin' God then Clip Knee high wanna talk, then we rob him Those Levi's, these some mufuckin' Robins He three fly, why that nigga always poppin' She three live when she dance, never stoppin' That's your girl, I ain't know she was choppin' .. It don't really matter she already started toppin' (Top) I don't need friends 'cause my bitch bad I ain't let her fuck, so your bitch mad When I'm in my bed, I'm my bitch dad Why you always talkin' 'bout that shit that you don't have? (Gang) Ayy, I don't lie, check my bankroll It's some laced Gucci kicks, I don't lace those In the whip, with my bitch, coutin' pesos I'm so sick, roll my shit and I face those Big watch, big bands, bitch Got your main bitch lookin' like a fan, bitch I Done went from stackin' up my dollars to a ben bitch I been in my bag, I don't wanna be your friend, bitch Ha, trap keys, these are trap keys Trap please flip a pack, like a trapeze Stack cheese on a block, work a bitch knees Gucci to my socks, you don't have these Huh, gang gang Aus Songtexte Mania