| I need to rent a bus, my t-shirt tourin' |
| Met her, treat her pussy like a DJ board |
| I'm fifty floors high, the beach next door |
| Huh, I'm pent up like the B-day boy |
| I hear these niggas talkin', I let me checks go |
| I'll get a nigga smacked, I think he backdoor |
| I'm sendin' your bitch back, she a cheap-ass ho |
| Balenci' hoodie, three X, tic-tac-toe |
| I'm with your ho, just while your blunt just hit that flow |
| He ran off with an eighth and blocked his weed man phone |
| I dismissed your girlfriend, please ma'am, go |
| Either you ain't got no motion or my Ring cam' broke, huh |
| They ain't looked my way once once that bag hit 'em |
| Fell off, now them niggas out here ass-kissin' |
| Niggas cappin' 'bout bodies, that's hat fishin' |
| Every opp I caught lackin' got backhanded |
| Nah, I be lyin', it was front-handed |
| Make a nigga stop all that shade like he sun tannin' |
| Hey, I'll crash right now, nigga, fuck rappin' |
| Think I need a C-section 'cause I woke up havin' |
| Woke up havin' dog shit bustin' out the seams |
| My girl got a girlfriend, welcome to the team |
| If a broke bitch dream of me, then I'm jumpin' off the dream |
| I'm startin' to feel like R. Kelly 'cause I'm pushin' P, nigga |
| I ain't pocket watchin', but your Rolls seem thinner |
| Who taught dog a handshake? He ain't a team member |
| Hatin' nigga asked for advice, I told him, "Dream bigger" |
| Rollin' deep on one accord like I sing tenor |
| I got old money, but my bitch booty new |
| On an opp block, gettin' neck in a bulletproof |
| Dog workin' with the police, he Scooby-Doo |
| They tryna play me closely, I should've knew |
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| Ridin' by my lonely, I know these niggas phony |
| Feelin' like Tony, got frost all on me |
| Dog shit pokin', I bet I get chosen |
| Your bitch still mine, boy, don't never get cosy |
| My homie girl know I got a better bitch for him |
| I'm runnin' way up, but I ain't have to switch for it |
| Four O on me like the valedictorian |
| That story cool and all, bitch, but grab this dick for me now |
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| Bitch, I said now |
| Tss, tss, yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah |
| Yeah, that's more like it, bitch |
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| Ridin' by my lonely, I know these niggas phony |
| Feelin' like Tony, it's frost all on me |
| Dog shit pokin', I bet I get chosen |
| Your bitch still mine, boy, don't never get cosy |
| My homie girl know I got a better bitch for him |
| I'm runnin' way up, but I ain't have to switch for it |
| Four O on me like the valedictorian |
| That story cool and all, bitch, but grab this dick for me |
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| The fuck? Ayy, ooh, damn, damn |
| Fuckin' her off drank, she never comin' back |
| He beefin' over skanks, I'll never cum in that |
| I'm feelin' like a pirate, the necklace on my chest |
| I call my bitches arguin', let's settle this with neck |
| She can't wait to throw it, Kansas City refs |
| I'm a rich, sick fuck, flexing on my ex |
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