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Ahh, bitch I'm feeling like the H to the izzay, bad to the bizzone Ask any questions, you get mags out the chrizome Ass out ya shorty, wanna dance with the stick on I smash then I'm done, I call an Uber, send that bitch home Hot nigga, I thought I was born in like '88 I'm on the block with the .30, and .40, I call it drake, uh Mask on way before virus's changed the fate But I'm back on the thuggin', but niggas just can't relate, look I ain't go to fashion week, still look like a fashion show Shawty tryna smash and tweak, tell her I can't smash a ho I be out here buggin', see the police, said I had to go I get stomach aches when I see red and blue, it's sad fasho Ahh, but I know that you niggas wan' be just like me So stop it, you'll never be me, it just isn't likely Ridin', I think I'ma stepper, we in this Nike I'm stylin', I'm sorry, I know I look like a hype beast Haha, it's the Bape ain't it? You is mad 'cause yo shit is fake ain't it? That ain't a real gun, that shit is fake, aim it Niggas mad 'cause they really still hatin' Anyways, I do the dash I be chilling 'cause I'm really countin' up this cash I'm a villain, but I got the same powers as Flash What would you do if you knew that you could run this fast? Haha, I just run up bands I just run up bands I just run up bands Aus Songtexte Mania