[Intro]
Let's go, Let's go, pussy (Okay)
(Run that shit up, Robby)

[Chorus]
Everything I speak, it's a ten, I'm not a liar
You be chasin’ hoes, I'm chasin’ bitches, Michael Myers
Runnin’ out of time, I think it's time for me to hire
I know you a fed, I seen the motherfucking wire
I just spend a band on brand new shoes and new attire
I don't get no sleep, I get a bag, I'm never tired (Pussy)
Better get insurance, 'cause the sauce, it's gon’ expire
Slippin’ through the gang like there was oil on a tire

[Verse 1: Chri$tian]
I been rеally thinkin' and just workin' on my wordplay
If you got a ear, then you can heard what all thе birds say
I'm dressin’ on a daily like it's school back on the first day
I'm rockin’ different colors like the colors on a mermaid
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Anything you do, just put your mind and you gon’ grow to it
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Take her to the room then blow her back then put some more to it
I be getting chips like I'm in Frito-Lay
I just seen your bitch, she wanted me, okay
She threw it back, I let it crash, she threw a nino-brain
If you touch my money, I'm gon' beat your face
She gon' bust it open, see the money cause it's pokin'
Pussy wet just like an ocean, I go up and down in motion
I don’t need no type of potion, buy a pack and get to smokin'
I think I just killed the beat, I hear a whole lotta commotion
[Chorus]
Everything I speak, it's a ten, I'm not a liar
You be chasing hoes, I'm chasing bitches, Michael Myers
Running out of time, I think it's time for me to hire
I done lost my mind with all these-, fuck that
I just spend a band on brand new shoes and new attire
I don't get sleep, I get a bag, I'm never tired
Better get insurance, 'cause the sauce, it's gon expire
Slippin' through the gang like there was oil on a tire
Pussy
[Verse 2: #BabyRJay]
Talk a lot of shit, don’t like to rap
.45 hit his head, get that boy like the cat
If I catch a n***a out, knock that n***a off the map
You’s a bitch, bro, on god, you could never give me that
I done flexed up on these n***as, yeah, I’m in a different bag
Only take first, n***a, but I started up in last
You’s a broke ass n***a, I could never sign yo’ cash
Want some smoke, lil n***a? Glock’ll leave him in the past
Okay, everytime I pop out with the gang, n***a
Real n***as ‘round me, never hang with a lame n***a
.45 knock a n***a out the frame, n***a
She say she loyal, why the fuck you ran a train, n***a?
And if I said it in this song, then it’s real though
Glock between that n***a eyes just like a field goal
I’m off the percs in yo’ pussy, I can’t feel, hoe
I done made 20 songs, I’m tryna’ make a mill’, hoe
Yeah my bitch dark, somethin’ like some Hennessy
Me and Chri$tian cookin’ in the booth, call that chemistry
Why you talkin to these bitches? Boy realize you a friend of me
N***a only thing I got is brothers and some enemies
Bitch you can’t come to the crib if you not fuckin’
Call this bitch a dime bag, ‘cause this bitch be stuckin’
Call this bitch a fuckin’ bitch, ‘cause this bitch be fuckin’
I’ll hit the bitch once, n***a, I’m not cuffin’
[Chorus]
Everything I speak, it's a ten, I'm not a liar
You be chasin’ hoes, I'm chasin’ bitches, Michael Myers
Runnin’ out of time, I think it's time for me to hire
I know you a fed, I seen the motherfucking wire
I just spend a band on brand new shoes and new attire
I don't get no sleep, I get a bag, I'm never tired (Pussy)
Better get insurance, 'cause the sauce, it's gon’ expire
Slippin’ through the gang like there was oil on a tire