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Yeah, icy in this bitch, ya feel me? Omar in this bitch, you feel me? No cap, CC My pops was in the military, you feel me? Pops was a marine All the diamonds came in black Before we hang up on the phone we say "slatt" nigga Made my bitch get a Taliban tat nigga Odell Beckham, yeah, the watch cost six figures Balenciaga super soaker, get your block hit up I just fucked a groupie throat up then I hit her chest up We gon' hang up out the window 'cause we stick together Sound like Juvenile, get your bitch set up Send her to the graveyard, we got vendettas He just socked the teacher wife, he don't know better Yeah, he sipping on a pint in the Continental Fucker her mouth upright before the dinner Bitches don't know how to splash, yeah, I splash more than yo bitch Even the preacher gang band, we fucked up in this shit, yeah Under my mama's bed, there's a mask and a clip Got a boujee bitch and I taught her how to sit I'll bang the set on Barbara Walters, give a shit Kaine in this bitch, I'm a menace, get you tipped, yeah Lil' nigga look like TI, he with the shits, yeah Make the Glock sound like (hi-hat sound effect), you a bitch, yeah I got German Shepherds but I speak to them in French, yeah SongtexteFeel like Cardi B, yeah, I'm pretty than a bitch, yeah I went out of bounds and bought a ring, she used to strip, yeah If her phone ring then I'm fucking all her friends, yeah Yeah, ya dig? 100,000 for a bust down, yeah, ya dig? Got your location pinned down, yeah, ya dig? Know it's smoke if you come around, yeah, ya dig? 200 on the watch, yeah, ya dig? She's truna fuck everybody on the guestlist Went to IG and counted for my ex-bitch 20,000, 30,000, hold up, wait a sec She's tryna bet the house on me, that's a safe bet I just fucked her friend in leather with no latex We'll wet up Usher 'bout all them confessions Yeah, FXXXXY waka flocka with the Gucci, yeah All these diamonds, better refer to me as a space cadet Get your chin check by a nigga in Louis rags Gucci shoes leave a print in your goofy ass My nigga in school, he kept a strap like a hall pass Rub my dick on your bitch face like it's Carmex Setbacks, run that, run past Underestimate a real nigga, that's where you fall at I done got so many calls this week and I ain't call back Adios, I'm in my zone Send a code to cross you out the loop in my interlude Fuck it, I ain't talking no more Write it on an envelope Eenie, meanie, minie, more You don't know what time we on Nigga, I got a mill' on it that, nigga, we rock designer more You can bet a mill' on it, and we ain't spill nothing Ichiban Don, I had a will and put some wheels on it Y'all niggas tat anime We got some tears on us Cartier bib on me Look at how it's sitting on me I did it my way Carlito, I'm all regal Two things I ain't stressed about, bitches and small people Rapstars, fuck rockstars, my niggas' all illegal I ain't never gave a fuck about none of the fucking Beatles All my dogs sipping on lean look like they hit the needle Fuck Guns N' Roses, at the funeral we had guns and roses New to the block, oh, shit, we call that green day Blink-182 two times when they notice your watch face Yeah, ya dig? 100,000 for a bust down, yeah, ya dig? Got your location pinned down, yeah, ya dig? Know it's smoke if you come around, yeah, ya dig? 200 on the watch, yeah, ya dig? She's truna fuck everybody on the guestlist Went to IG and counted for my ex-bitch 20,000, 30,000, hold up, wait a sec Aus Songtexte Mania