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Mmm
Yeah
Uhh
Shhh(Woahh)
Yeah
I got them racks i ain't talking about tennis!
Speaking of racks i go splurge off at neimans
I'll get you touched don't you know I'm a menace
Dreaming of hellcats while facing these demons
Pour four I'm leaning
This drank got me scheming
These drugs got me feigning
Might crash out like Whitney
Can't have a gun but I'm twenty-one with it
He testing my savage I'm knocking his fitted
I'll get him gone i can pay a lil ticket
I got a vibe and she all bout her business
She loving the bling on my pendent she licked it
Think we play soccer the way that we kick it
Cash look like coins by the way that i flip it
Hit bro in cali he told me he shipped it
I'm stacking the benjis and splurging the fifties
I got me a fit just to match my new blickey
Remember i lost it
Ain't nobody was there almost tossed it
I done got something going from nothing
I bossed up on the hoes who was stunting
They be all in her ear say we fucking
Bae I don't even know them you bugging
Before the lean we poured up robitussin
If a nigga try me then i'm bussing!
Uh!
Get on the beat just like forest and run it
Speak guapanese otherwise I won't listen
I peep the ones who show love from a distance
Peep how i how my smile because my diamond be glistening
I got talent in me, i know niggas envy, I'm not letting up till I complete the mission
She loving the vibes she say that it's giving
I f*ck that bitch made that bitch started pissing(Yeah)
I met some twins in the club they was kissing
Alexander mcqueens i be stepping and dripping
Money so blue got them thinking im cripping
Sprite looking red this ain't liquor I'm sipping
Know Im the one not the third or the second
They ain't heard me cause they sleeping i reckon
Can't go to sleep unless I'm getting a check in
I keep my heat know I'm holding my weapon
Feeling like zeke i be scoring a seven
Bussing a play at a seven-eleven
I went through hell i was thinking bout heaven
Innocent face but lowkey she the devil
Resources to money you know i got several
I got me a Rolex and iced out the bezel
I get in my thoughts, i be thinking about bethel
Like damn that's my nigga he really was special
You knew me in high school
I done been through some shit should've died too
No I'm not the one you should lie to
If you stand on your money you five' two
If I stand on my money im six' six
Just like uzi my bitches be slim thick
Bad and boujee they all want to lick dick
Took yo hoe to the my crib call it pick six
I got them racks i ain't talking bout tennis
Speaking of racks i go splurge off at neimans
I'll get you touched don't you know I'm a menace
Dreaming of hellcats while facing these demons
Pour four I'm leaning
This drank got me scheming
These drugs got me feigning
Might crash out like Whitney
Can't have a gun but I'm twenty-one with it
He testing my savage I'm knocking his fitted
I'll get him gone i can pay a lil ticket
I got a vibe and she all about her business
She loving the bling on my pendent she licked it
Think we play soccer the way that we kick it
Cash look like coins by the way that i flip it
Hit bro in cali he told me he shipped it
Im stacking the benjis and splurging the fifties
I got me a fit just to match my new blickey
Uh uhhhh
Yeah
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Yeah
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Yeah
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