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Bitch, I'm fuck as drunk (Deggzy) Yeah Caught an opp at the barber shop, I'm finna run his fade Hmm, you want a taper, huh? Twenty K the long way, bitch, I made a dub today, huh I got grown man paper now We can't do a song if yo' name on some paperwork Talking tough on the 'net, that's how the haters work Don't let us catch you out Do Pilates with the ARP, my shooter stretch you out If-if-if you ain't down to suck no dick then you can exit now Niggas Plankton, stealing sauce and try to take yo' style Called her phone like, "Where you at? Ain't had it in a while" Niggas kickin' when you down, can't let them see me frown With yo' lil' bitch, we not just Netflix and chilling Turtle Pie, she hit it, now she higher than a ceiling Orange Scat Pack, hit the gas and get to peeling I won't tell yo' friend, now turn around and let me hit it Shit, if it's on the floor, it's in the atmosphere Far as hell from the hood, shit, I damn near smacked a deer When I-when I jumped in my bag, that's when a bag appeared Turn around, scoring down in Cleveland like a Cavalier SongtexteFive Glocks, ten chops, bitch, we war ready Finna snore, this a six, I only pour heavy You-you talking 'bout some fucking Tris, where the Quagen at? Used to hate, now he want a eighth, I'm finna lace his ass Caught an opp, finna shoot, mace and tase his ass Wake up getting straight to the pape', I guess my patience bad I know you tired of that bitch, all she do is nag Opp froze up when he see me, it's like the nigga lagged Has been baller, I don't care 'bout what you niggas had Hoes only 'round when you winning, man, that shit is sad Why my name in yo' mouth when I'm not in the room? Let the choppa sing a song, it got some Auto-Tune Heard they flagged the crib, we switch the play, now that's an audible I'm in love with Ben Franklins, I ain't got a boo How-how the fuck do niggas say it's beef then go and hit the stu'? She is not off limits, double tapped and, man, I hit it too (Dog Shit Militia, man, get yo' pape' up, get yo' weight up, lil'-ass boy) Caught an opp at the barber shop, I'm finna run his fade Hmm, you want a taper huh? Twenty K the long way, bitch, I made a dub today, huh I got grown man paper now We can't do a song if yo' name on some paperwork Talking tough on the 'net, that's how the haters work Don't let us catch you out Do Pilates with the ARP, my shooter stretch you out Aus Songtexte Mania