[Intro]
Yeah
(Oh my God)

[Verse]
Looking like a fiend for my new shit, yeah
We'll serve anything for them blue strips, yeah
Alexander McQueen for my new bitch, yeah
Keep it off IG if you gon' shoot shit, yeah
Ain't going out like that
Ain't going out like a rat
I sleep with my strap, uh huh
Uh, uh, n***as know where I'm at
N***as ain't thugging like that
You sound like a bitch n***a
And I flex on a bitch n***a
And I'm off of the dope
We upping the score
And you can get hit n***a, uh
I don't wanna pic' n***a
Ayy, could you get off my dick n***a?
And I'm fucking your ho
She leaving with me
'Cause she see my dick bigger
I feel like the shit n***a
John got a choppa that's bussin'
We tied in like families, we keep it a hunnid
Uh, I got beef but nobody want it
While you sleep, I'm getting some money
I'ma creep, you know that I'm coming
I got one of these lil' n***as running like Ricky
Uh, like Ricky, ayy, when we slide on em, we tear up the city
Uh, I come from the slums but talking 'bout guns
I got many, ayy I got plenty
Ayy, I'ma slide in that Bimmer, come [?] me
And just like T$F, bitch I be dripping
Ayy, I just slept with that bitch, left a hickey
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