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(Enrgy made this one) Woo, hey Long live $cams SMDSM, T-double-H-L You know Bitch, I grew up in the jungle with the animals Wock' mixed with Crush, cup thick like a Danimal Bitch popped a ten and tried to eat me like a cannibal Backdoor season, they ain’t know it was retractable Jeffin' like you jam, DCin' like the capitol Quarter of the Boomies, everything feeling magical Hundred oranges, she ain’t pop 'em, though, they in her vaginal Dog Shit Militia, when it's warfare, we tactical Let my white boy test thе work, he said it's radical Ain't no numbers in them columns, you ain't valuablе Tryna stuff a hundred in these jeans, bein' irrational God strike me down if I ain't in here speakin’ factual, Shitty Boyz If the lil’ bitch goin', I can’t get mad at you (Nigga) I left brodie at the crib 'cause he too fast to shoot (Yup) I think I need a leaf bag, them turkey bags is through Walk in with a Goyard on my back, the Birkin bag for you if you play it right (Huh) It's glow sights on the Glock 9 so we can play at night It's recommended you get a feat’ from me, this bitch'll change your life 40 on me, not no WD, this bitch'll change your bike SongtexteIf your team ain't got no dub yet, you need to change your five Oh, shit, I think I just fucked up (Yeah) Was 'posed to sell this drank, but I poured it in my cup (Damn) I had to make a hundred thousand, forty ain't enough (At all) FiFi ain't get pulled over with them yops, but forty in her gut, she a stuffer Made 'em buy the Smitty over the Glock, said that bitch was rougher The gun jammed and dog an opp, man, his ass a buster I done caught up to you niggas, got tired of bein' mustard I bought a Century Arms K, got tired of all them Russians I was fuckin' on that slut while you was callin' cussin' You can't give fifty percent, this shit all or nothin' Wanna make a zombie, get some work, take some naw and cut it Cut a branch from the family tree, we just offed his cousin Stash five thousand Andrew Jacks, that's a tall hundred Three of Quaggy-aggy, feel like I just tapped the pause button Heard you hit that runner, off a hug, you could've caught somethin' It could be the 'site or the booth, we can talk punches Caught an opp out, excuse my French, I had to fry his ass Doggy got his kit on, someone grab the magnifying glass Bro got a kit with no blick, I'm finna try his ass Take a nigga ice off his wrist, see if our sizes match Don't drive slow down this block, 'cause you could die for that Don't ask to sip my damn pop, I paid the high for that You'll never see my damn Glock, he too shy for that He seen his car on my Snapchat, I made him buy it back (Damjonboi) Yeah It's with an X, nigga Fxce I'm locked in with the reaper like I'm Billy or somethin' I'm a G.O.A.T., my mama should've named me Billy or somethin' Seven figures worth of game, I feel like Wallo and Gillie This bitch ain't good for shit unless it's swallowin' glizzy Brodie sent a hundred shots, I'm finna follow with fifty Bitch said she might be pregnant, I made her swallow this Henny Crunch it down and turn his taco to some nachos with switchy I ain't gettin' groceries, lil' bitch, I'm shoppin' for giffies It's summertime, so rap bars and Hellcats is all I sell I did a feature and eyeballed a verse 'cause I ain't had no scale Bitch, you want a job? Go grab the mail Tryna race in that Scat, watch this Hellcat prevail Woke up at one, 'cause I don't really fuck with 12 Boys probably think I'm Mexican, 'cause they keep pickin' up my shells Mobile banking glitching up, I got a thirty stuck on Zelle Life been heavenly lately, just know I had enough hell I done had enough of all this shit I knew that I was gon' be rich, I should've called that shit Fuck around, get pistol whipped, you don't unball your fist We just found that night job, finna stalk your shift We already stole that nigga 'Cat, I'm finna dog his bitch I just beat her off a pack, she tryna call it quits When they put me in that room, I acted like I lost my lips Overdid the Stilpane, let me call my lift Let me call my bitch, fuck, I drank up all the Trish I didn't used to like that shit, I think I found my itch Givin' flavors smell tests, like, "Shit, how much a pound of this?" We been up for so long, forgot that down exist Yeah, my hands crampin', finna throw this shit up in the money counter Thought he was connected with some Cubans, sent him funny powder If he buy that shit with all quarters, then he an unky probably Lil' pretty bitch, all I want is sucky-fucky out her The little bitch pussy good, but I don't really give a fuck about her Doggy got the ho in front of jury, put the cuffs around her I say fuck Your Honor My mans a drankhead, can't even leave my cup around him They tried to set some booby traps, but I just snuck around 'em These some Geobaskets, 'cause you can't rock no Chucks around me If you a pit', then why your tail always tucked around me? Pull off in the TRX, you think my brother got you You been in your hustle bag? Don't let the summer stop you Keep your chains tucked, 'cause cuddy, he'd love to rob you He'd love to kill you, nigga, you won't never feel me Banana clip up on the Drac', so you will never peel me Witchcraft with Wocky, pourin' potion, prayin' that it heal me Plug sent a couple bricks, he Shaquille O'Nealed me Spent three thousand on a jacket 'cause it was gettin' chilly Done beat the road down from Oregon to Mississippi Shitty Boyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cammer What's the deal, E? Aus Songtexte Mania